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She lays there on the floor Knowing that soon she will be no more Empty bottles on the sink She did not even have to think
A blood soaked razor at her side Comforts her all those nights she cried It is over it is done Now she has come undone
Her parents grieve for what they done A guilty conceunce for they were the one Drove her to this with every step It is now their tears who crept
Her friends are all in shock They just found out she suffered alot Through all the lies, pain, and scemes It is really sad when you die at sixteen
Premature Death
