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Jun 2013
Suicide was on her mind,
her smile was unkind.
She had a wild mind,
that didn't let her sleep at night.
Her thoughts way on her heavy, not light
it's either fight or flight.
She was always a fighter.
But craved to be higher,
she stood on top of that tower
starring down at the flowers
she realized she had lost the power,
to fight...
and decided to flight..
so she jumped into the night.
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