Poison

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She wrote poems to express all her stress.
She was always such a mess.

She didn't know how to clean it up.
She drank poison out of her cup.

She wasn't afread of dead.
She had so much bad thoughts in her head.

Wishing that they could fade away.
She searched for a way.

Days went by and she didn't find anything, she decided to give up.

That's why she drank poison out of her cup.

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