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What better way to fall than in the arms of the one you love. What better way to die than plunging a knife through your heart. Life doesn't take the back seat. Life never runs out of gas. She looked to the ground thinking this was some joke. Tears streamed down her face and her words got choked. The nasty end. The end she dreaded. She laid down her head and wept. Nothing could help heal the pain in her chest. What had she done wrong? What could she have done to stop the madness? She was dead. She was gone. All emotions wiped clean. The pain fading. The sky's darkening. They mourn for her. The pathetic little girl. Never mounted to much. Couldn't even save the world. She didn't understand. Everyone dressed in black. Mother and father. Turned their back. She was a disappointment. She took the easy way out. She looks at her last moment. Hanging from the ceiling. Tears streaming. Wrapped the noose around her neck. Took a deep breath. Let go of the chair. And breathed her last.....

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StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 6/26/2015 5:14:56 AM
Such dread and sadness. You expressed those and some things that were behind them. I think you told this well.

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