She stares out the window
Every minute of every day
Not a word she would speak
Not a word she would say

Always keeping to herself
No one even seemed to care
One by one they all passed
No one knew she was there

She thought of death often
These things made her cry
Instead of sheading a tear
She just wanted to die

She wanted to be left alone
Alone is how she would be
She started to imagine things
Horrible things, as you see

A tall, dark, shadow-like figure
With a stick, the end was a knife
He stated his name was "Death"
and he'd come to take her life
 
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