To wish apon a star

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she sat alone
Alone at home
Where here screams wet silent
But her mind was violent
Her insercurities hid deep inside
And they indeed are her alive
A tear rolled down her face
As her heart began to race
She took a blade and tore her skin
Where her depression lay within
This went on for days ,months, years
Until she cried her very last year
She decided that it was enough
The world around her was to tough
She thinks took a gun to her head
Well done society
She's dead.

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