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The End


She was only twelve.

But her life has already been a living hell.

"She has lost touch with reality!"

I'm sorry to say, this girl is me.

She is now fifteen.

Her life is anything but lean.

"The fat gives flavor!"

Oh please, can't you save her?

She told a guy

Looked him in the eye.

"I love you with my body, heart and soul"

How serious she was, he would never know.

He decided his love was for another.

She couldent even get love from a brother.

Blood started drippin', 

Eyes started rollin' 

Nobody knew where this girl was goin' 

She wanted to be dead.

Everyones words got to her head.

And when she saw the most beautiful light,

All of her problems were far out of sight.

As she looked around, 

she saw new friends.

"Come with us Hunter, this is the end"

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