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SHE STOPPED TRAFFIC


PEOPLE WERE HONKING


MY CASSIE


A BROKEN,


PILE OF BONES AND SKIN


THE LIFE SUCKED OUT OF HER


MY CASSIE


WHO LAY THERE


A NOTE CLUTCHED IN HER


HAND


MY CASSIE


WHO DESERVED SO MUCH


MORE THAN A DRUNK


FATHER AND NO


MOTHER


MY CASSIE


WHO WAS GONE


GONE


AT THE AGE OF SEVENTEEN


I WALKED UP TO HER


LIFELESS BODY


AND I SAW THE LOOK IN HER


EYES


SHE WAS TRULY


BROKEN


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this was so sad to write


i hope you guys liked this chapter


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