R.I.P xxxx

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R.I.P

The grave says R.I.P

but they dont know, they dont hear

all the screams filled with fear

how would they when they wont even go near.

Another perfect person

the ending of a perfect life

but this life was a lie

and it cuts like a knife.

She's better off where she lies

and where is that you ask

six feet beneath the sky

mourning the loss of her precious mask.

She wasnt meant for this world you see

as she tried to keep her head above water

everyone let her be

who knew her life would be so much shorter

Her grave says R.I.P

people still dont see

the screams have faded

as she lies unloved, unaided

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