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Oct 2015
There once was a girl
Who used to get beat
She would happily greet
Everyone she would meet
But when she got home
She would cry and feel alone
It was her only way to cope
Besides smoking dope
Life was a lie
So she continued to cry
Until one night
She gave up her fight
She stopped her lies
And said her goodbyes
She laid down
Only to never get back up
Elizabeth Pryor
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Elizabeth Pryor
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