the moon.

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she laughed till she cried.
she was living but wasn't alive.
her pearly whites were on display,
but her smiles were slowly fading away.
once in for all,
she escaped the cage she called her life.
now i'm here reminiscing about her memory.
i laughed and i cried.
i looked at the sky in hopes she's listening
and asked,
darling, why'd you have to die?

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