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She wanted to commit suicide

She was on the edge of the roof

She had tears,pricking her eyes

She was sick of being a prude

She inhaled deeply,eyes,closed

She raised her sleeves,scars exposed

She jumped and flew

But regretted it soon

Powerful hands held her

And realised it's her father

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