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On the edge of the rooftop,
Looking down at the world below
About to make a decision,
If only anyone would've known

The wind flies through her hair
The cold winter air numbs her body
But the pain inside is still there,
Hatred still running through her veins.

Tears glide down her morose face
Freezing before they hit the ground,
A racing heart and blank mind
Her entire life just left behind

If only someone would've cared
Just at a glance they would've seen
Seen the misery written on her face.
For god's sake, she's only fifteen,

Fifteen and gone too soon
Her life has just begun
But no one will miss her
And with one step it is done



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