As a child
They wished her to death
Her cries timid and mild
As she took her last breath
With deep anger in her eyes
A butchers knife in one hand
She committed such brutal homicide
She laughed as the bodies would land
Yet, killing every one in her class
Wasnt enough
She took a broken piece of glass
Her life had always been rough
She had to escape
But she didnt know how
The glass was in perfect shape
She could end this now
All the anger she felt
All the death she had seen
She tightened her belt
And with a smile so clean
she ended her life
A girl with her future ahead
Had taken that knife
And now, she was dead















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"Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self!" -Zim-
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"Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self!" -Zim-
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"Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self!" -Zim-
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"Go home and shave your giant head of smell with your bad self!" -Zim-
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