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Jun 2015
There was a little girl,
innocent and pure.
Once she let a boy inside,
And he became her fear.
She runs from all the promises, runs from all the lies.
Runs from the one who hurt her most.
Who killed the girl inside.
Her heart is now in pieces, blood dripping on the floor.
Her mind tells her to end it,
And her soul screams to cut more.
Now we're at her funeral,
may her body rest in peace.
That little girl hung herself
until she couldn't breathe.
Samantha Marie Claire
Written by
Samantha Marie Claire  Washington
(Washington)   
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