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she falls

down, down, down,

like snow

on a winters day 

the crimson blood 

stains, permanant 

like a tattoo

she's thought of death 

every now and then?

no, try everyday 

then the beast 

came in yelling 

cursing her 

telling her 

she's not worth it 

so she believed 

and that's when 

she fell 

down, down, down, 

like snow 

on a winter's day

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