Death poem

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A girl who is slowly walking
Already tired of trying
Crystal water that drops in her eyes
Her mouth full of lies

She only sees darkness
While carrying the rope in her hands
As she ties the rope on her neck
Waiting for the people that she love to check

No one care's, nobody came
For her it seems so unfair
She is now crying
While slowly dying

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