Her eyes moisturized by salty tears,
Distract him from the sobs he hears,
For she's neglected by her peers,
Waiting patiently till this storm clears.
But havoc occupies her life.
Her best friend takes on the form of a knife.
Her father just murdered his wife.
Welcome to this poor girl's life.
Blood oozing out of her red slits.
This loaded gun smiles at her as it sits,
Right next to her on the floor. It fits,
So perfectly in her hand. Missed!
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