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• Another poem? Wow, Ava. Maybe I should stop.
She didn't come to school today.
Or any day after that.
Her desk is forever empty.
My beautiful girl's locker is decorated
With beautiful cards and a picture of her,
But with no scars.
Police surround her house
And her parents weep on the front porch.
They ask,"What did we do wrong?"
Only, she isn't here to answer
My beautiful girl's bedroom is forever empty;
Her bathroom now cleaned with bleach.
Where could she be?
She is not here anymore.
My beautiful girl is six feet under, With no one To keep her company.
A bouquet of flowers was set
There.
But no one knew why she left.
She was sad.
She was depressed.
I sit, watching the fall leaves
Tumble around the newly placed stone.
My beautiful girl would never have company,
So, I decide to join her.
And we'll be forever alone.
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Oops, two depressing poems in a row. Actually, now that I think about it, all of my short stories are depressing 'cause literally everyone dies in the end of them.
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Short StoryThis is just a collection of short stories that I made during school when I wasn't paying attention. Enjoy! • Trigger warning for some chapters include: Suicide, self harm, murder, etc. • @CheyBooks did most of my banners but I've began making my ow...
