The bridge

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She stood on the bridge,
In silence and fear,
For the demons of darkness,
Had driven her here,
They spoke all at once,
"Why all the dread?
If it weren't for us,
You would be dead!"
She replied to them,
"You want me to kill,
When you know that blood,
Makes me so ill!"
"Is that so wrong?
We just want to help!"
They growled at her,
And that made her yelp.
They crept up towards her,
Ever so slowly...
She killed all her friends,
And now she's so lonely.

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