Tiny drips of tears,
Fall from saddend eyes.
She will only think about death,
Until she finally dies.
She cant seem to smile.
It hides between parted lips,
And whatever she thinks about,
Her tears continue to drip.
They roll down her cheek,
And onto white lined paper.
Because all she thinks about is death.
And all the people who hate her.
 
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