Dead

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With the rope around her neck,

The blood on her wrist

She closes her eyes

Takes one last breath

Before she pulls

The chair from her feet

As she hangs in the air

She slips from the rope

And she falls to the floor

She screams and cries

At what she had done

When she looked at her hands

They trembled with fear

She wanted to feel

Like she feels inside..

Inside of her heart

She is no longer alive

So why should she live

And share her pain

That would destroy

Some one like her

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