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Jul 2016
She looks at herself in the mirror
A tear drops from her face
She fixes her silver earring
As her heart begins to race
She lies down on her bed
In her diamond studded dress
She looks up at her ceiling
So many thoughts race through her head
As the bottle falls out of her hand
And her eyes begin to shut
She thinks about all the times
They laughed as she would cut
As her heart begins to stop
And she lets out her last breathe
She whispers to herself
Will they still be laughing after my death?
Written by
Azalea
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