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HER

No signs shown,

no love given,

no attention seeked,

she must've been sick.

 

she looked for peace,

through a blade,

now their sad,

because she's dead.

 

they speak of her with disgrace,

embarrased of what she embraced,

she always tried to be brave,

now she's at her grave.

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