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Apr 2017
A girl without beauty
A girl without money
Looked down upon
They thought it was funny

That she was broken
That she was hurt
Nobody knew what she was worth

She grew tired of it
She wanted it to end
She was a girl with not even one friend

So she found a gun
She wanted it to be done
But she failed to do it
She continued to run

She ran from society
Ran from reality
But she ran oh so far

Look who she turned out to be
Lost in her thoughts
She grabbed the gun
One shot
And it was done
suicide is a sad but common topic. It is a thought that is always in my head.
Max
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