Death is her Friend
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The girl sits alone,
waiting for life to come.
Her scars have not shown.
For she has said, "I'm done."
She thinks about the end.
It's calling for her.
Saying, "Don't worry, I'll be your friend."
So she says, "Sure."
Though she doesn't see,
it's dirty deeds.
Now she can't flee.
That's all it needs.
Sarcastic laughter,
from afar.
It runs after her,
she can't get away for it's too hard.
Forced to do as said,
It knows what to do.
She's made her death bed,
Who knew.
So she grabs that sweet relief,
with tears that drip swore.
She can no longer run,
For her life is no more.
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