October 14, 2007
She knew too many secrets,
Her heart was bound to burst.
Maybe she would cry or bleed
But she wouldn't be the first.
Everything she thought she knew
Now seemed to be a lie.
Her private thoughts of good and bad
Could with her courage die.
She lost herself within the pain,
And still no one could tell.
But with each thought inside her head
She died more inside her hell

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