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Her Death
Skin pale as a blank paper
A pool of blood surrounds her
And even though she thought everything would get better
She still ended getting hurt
There she lies, lifeless
Blood still dripping from her neck
When nobody stands to confess
Causing her mom to pay the check
Her mom kneels next to her
Crying
Her love always so pure
Always flying
Officers investigate
Trying to concentrate
“Looks like a suicide”
But he knew it never crossed her mind
There she lies
Her beauty still sublime
And everyone cries
When all she ever did was stand there at the wrong time
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