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she's just a a girl,
she wants to say goodbye
these words you said
have made her cry
she grabs the knife
and slits her wrist
and now she's crying
looking into the mist
it doesn't work
she is still alive
but now a desire
of death she strives
she puts the rope
around her neck
we all know what
she will do next
she writes her letter
says she sorry
but those mean girls at school
call her a lorry
it isn't fair
she can't help how she looks
now coz of what you said
your in the bad books...
Think before you go calling people horrible names, you never know what's really going on until you push them to far...
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