Cliff death

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When I went to bed,

It should have left my head.

All the memories of us.

All the times we never fussed.

All the times you wished me a good night.

All the times you promised not to bite.

All the times that we didn't fight.

All the times I loved with all my might.

But the other memories filled my head.

Making me wish I was dead.

All the times we did fight.

All the times you slapped me with your might.

All the times I cried.

All the times I suffered pain on the inside.

But I soon thought of the future.

Everything would be better.

I fell asleep, dreaming of knights and shining armors.

Castles and princesses.

And prince charming.

But there's no shining armor.

Just hobos and farmers.

There's no princesses.

No prince charming.

No such thing. Only something called harming.

The next day we're at school.

Nothing for you to do but drool.

What a poor fool!

You spot my face.

You stalk my pace.

You snatch me and bring me to nowhere.

The wind is blowing all my hair.

I cannot see where he's taking me.

I hope nowhere near the sea.

You throw me down.

You wear a frown.

You lift my gown.

Touch here.

Touch there.

"Stop it!" I scream

"Stop you little jumping bean."

I squirm and squirm.

I scream for help.

No one hears me.

I'm at a cliff.

By the sea.

I try to shift.

Somewhere free.

No luck.

Aww f*ck.

Soon spot a truck.

The cops truck.

Yes! Help!

Too late.

I'm fresh bait.

The cliff crumbles.

While cops fumble.

Falling.

Faster.

Faster.

Faster.

Splash.

Crack.

Silence..

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