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The Goal to Die


The Wind Blows 

The Willows Sing 

The Crow Cries 

The rain taps on the coffin 

She dies on repeat 

But nothing every truly ends 

Her life lives on 

Her family sobs 

Shes so sorry

This was her last goodbye 

She was confused 

They weren't proud 

She accomplished her goal 

This Time 

It took one car 

At the wrong time 

And one tipsy teen 

In the wrong place 

To Kill her 

Like she always wanted 

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