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I get so angry with people That don't respect death That don't mourn That don't give her the time of day A moment of silence isn't enough She needs more How can we carry on as if nothing has happened As if death didn't just happen in the most unnatural way She was so young So ready for her life to begin On the verge And you have no respect for her You can't just act normal You can't Pay her some **** respect Her death deserves more Death is something so close to me Something I've feared And been so close to I can't handle people Who have no care for its eloquence For its swift and careful precision Of taking lives Death be not proud
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
She needs more than this
I get so angry with people That don't respect death That don't mourn That don't give her the time of day A moment of silence isn't enough She needs more How can we carry on as if nothing has happened As if death didn't just happen in the most unnatural way She was so young So ready for her life to begin On the verge And you have no respect for her You can't just act normal You can't Pay her some **** respect Her death deserves more Death is something so close to me Something I've feared And been so close to I can't handle people Who have no care for its eloquence For its swift and careful precision Of taking lives Death be not proud
elizabeth-burns
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Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
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