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How can one say her life was a mistake?

How can one try and end her life too soon?

To place a blade upon her wrist and break,

Her beautiful skin in the afternoon.

One should not want to leave earth too early,

To leave behind all her close and loved ones.

We need to change before things get blurry,

And her final breath escapes her small lungs.

Her eyes are losing color and her cheeks,

Well they are losing their rosy red tone.

We should have noticed the signs, of being weak,

Not eating, and being just skin and bones.

She was so young, and very innocent.

Nobody knows where in the world she went.