The Edge Of Purple: 3

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Make A Wish

There she walked,
all proper and neat.
No one was blocked;
from the smiles given to all she would meet.

Her beauty turned heads.
Her words gave hope.
Yet, she cried in bed -
losing her cope.

Her smile turned fake.
Her words ran cold.
She gave all they could take,
she did what she was told.

It became too much - her heart was beyond stuck.
Her life was dull.
She wished for help, no such luck.
The bang of a bullet, the crack of her skull.

The cries of those who loved her.
Screams for her back.
Smiles of others left with her.
No sign of either returning back.

Time of death 11:11pm

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