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the snow

hit the roof

making a blanket to save it from the cold

the rain

hit the ground

making a pool of water for animals to drink

the storm

hit the tree

and cracked it open in half

the sun

hit the beach

waking up the lying couple

the wind

hit the room

making the dust fly around

the door

hit the doorframe

and she locked it

the words

hit her in the head

spilling the tears she was holding in

the knife

hit the wrists

spilling blood all over her

the pills

hit the stomach

slowing the heartbeats

the darkness

hit her

taking her to a ever lasting sleep

the boy

hit the girl

he shook her

trying to wake her up

but she didn't

and she never will

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