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Oct 2013
staring at the ceiling,
she lay in her bed.
with a familiar feeling
of wishing she were dead.

she told herself she wasn't broken
but she knew it was a lie
her last words were spoken,
"it's time for me to die."

she turned on the lamp
and began to write
her very last letter
on her very last night.
Audrey
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