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the girl sat down as she looked up at the dark black sky thinking about the pain life has brought her carrying on like a soldier with a battle wound thoughts send a sudden furry throughout her for she is alone as a tree in a meadow pulling up a chair, she slowly begins to greet death tying a thick white rope around her lively neck with one last look at the moon she smiles as she knows she escaped from the horrid's life brought her she took one long breath and stepped off the dark colored chair leaving her to rot in a world of eternal darkness
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That's where I saw her, just underneath the weeping willow. She sat with this solemn look on her face as she read this huge book. And that's when I just got confused, how could someone so beautiful look so sad? It never looked right to me, even when I was just so young. Now everyday she sits beneath that tree, for six years. It took me six years just to get the courage to just sit next to her, with the help of a little anger from my family. I unexpectedly befriended her that day, and afterwards, we ended up sitting next to each other almost everyday. Together we sat, right under the willow tree. Only to have it end almost too quickly.

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