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Her Death
  Skin pale as a blank paper
  A pool of blood surrounds her
  And even though she thought everything would get better
  She still ended getting hurt
  There she lies, lifeless
  Blood still dripping from her neck
  When nobody stands to confess
  Causing her mom to pay the check
  Her mom kneels next to her
  Crying
  Her love always so pure
  Always flying
  Officers investigate
  Trying to concentrate
  “Looks like a suicide”
  But he knew it never crossed her mind
  There she lies
  Her beauty still sublime
  And everyone cries
  When all she ever did was stand there at the wrong time

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