Fading fast, she’s falling
Beneath this yellowed sky
In decay she settles:
It’s not her time to die.

Dependant upon lunacy,
Society has failed
To ease this poor child’s tragedy-
A comedy impaled.

Delighting in another’s pain,
They all cast her aside-
A rose upon the ashy ground,
She ceases to abide.
 
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