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The Suicide Stare Look at her shoes, look at her hair Look at her clothes, not that one, her right there…. They talk and talk not knowing the truth, but Did even think to ask how she even got those shoes?
She's dancing with a ghost Alone save for a single spirit And even that one soul is long dead Wandering, a dead soul, long since lost
My heart shattered into a million pieces and the wind blew the remnants across the sky, So that they may shine like bright stars among the Heavens at night,
It began with a wisp of hair Curling above the edge of the wood, The curve of a button nose-- Unexpected. You wore purple And maybe you were due To be beautiful, But dead is dead.