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The Looming Alternative


She's suicidal, 

Finally done,

Looking up to their idols,

Chest feels like a ton, 

Slowly losing vitals,

It's no longer fun,

The endless cycle.

She's not the only one,

Where no one seems to dial, 

So with the cold metal gun, 

She wins her title,

She no longer sees the sun.

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