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May 2017
Death is upon her, Life is no more;
Take a look at the dents in her door.
Body in ruins, Blood down her wrists
Who ever thought it would end like this,
Pain hugs her, sorrow filled
That's the reason she was killed
Tears in her eyes, sang her last note
She thought it was best to slit her own throat
Written by
Mary
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   Pagan Paul, camilla and Mason Jay
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