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sometimes its better to end it yourself.

Submitted:Dec 30, 2012    Reads: 21    Comments: 0    Likes: 0   

Lays down in her bed of daffidales.

Rain pours around her,

soaking her to her the bone.

She knows she had failed.

Tis why he left her.

Alone in the dark she is ill.

In a flash of lighting,

lifts a sharp blade.

Thunder cracks as she cuts.

Lighting strikes once more as she lays in the daffildales.

Ill and dead.


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