Goodbye
She used to think
The world was her oyster
She could soar through the sky
But her wings have been clipped
She can no longer fly
She no longer has hope
She wishes to die
She did love her friends
She's saying goodbye
goodbye to her family
her friends and her dog
Goodbye to her teachers
she sees in the hall
Hello to the blade for one final time
As it slices her wrist
she whispers
goodbye
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