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She is in a locked room,
All hope is lost and doomed,
Her mind is clouded with gloom,
A moment that can't be assumed.
Not a single strength left to glow,
Instead a tumor of heart break grows,
A phobia of love overwhelms and blows,
Her mind, heart, body and soul.
She is left alone like an outcast,
Watches the day as it moves fast,
She screams, shout and blast,
Because she is fed up with the life.
She couldn't see the sun,
Because of her current form,
She gave up all,
Then she picked up a gun,
And shot herself on a wall.
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𝗗𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗛 𝗕𝗘𝗗
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