death.

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poem two:-

she bottles up her feelings,
she hides her emotions,
but she can't find a spot,
to hide the bottles.

bottles scattered everywhere,
angriness, sadness, suffering and pain.

very night, she starts thinking,
"dear Death, where are you?"

she tells herself everyday,
it's either suffering, or dying.

until one day, the girl decides,
she chooses death, and then she cries,
nobody helped her, nobody cared,
if someone once called her, she would still be alive.

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