Every 18 Minutes

September 1, 2007
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She was on the edge now nothing could pull her back, nobody could convince her that life was worth living, They watched in a depressed silence as the beautiful girl looked back at them, only once, and then she was gone. In their hearts they felt a sudden emptiness They couldn't save her now. Her soul was rising up into the dark night sky, clouds covered the sparkling stars Rain drummed down in a soft pounding lullaby. They turned away to say goodbye to the next one.





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