Your Time Has Come

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There a girl sits
All by herself.
Crying from her thoughts
Because her only friend left

She heaves her breath in
Only to shutter it out
Her head in her hands
All she felt was her pout

Her tears streaming out
What would she do
She felt all alone
With no one to turn to

She wanted to end it all
She felt like a mess
In front of the lake
Stood what no man could guess

A door stood at this old place
"The end it near"
It stated on its front
Should she open it having no fear

She opened it up
All by herself
No key or anything
But who stood there was death himself

He stood there wondering
Why she took her life
He saw it playing out
But nothing was right

"I was unhappy"
She said with a frown
"I hated it"
She had never been this down

Not all stories have happy endings
It seems like her life was purely nothing
"Your time is up," Death said with a frown
All she felt was her once living heart throbbing

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