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A girl and her memories,
Living past all of her pain.
Life hits her hard,
It's full of disdain.

She comes home in tears,
To wallowing fright.
Wishing her next breath,
Was the last one tonight.

She looked up to God,
Asking him why?
True story was, her father had left her,
Without a goodbye.

After leaving her all alone,
She tries to strive.
Knowing she has it better,
Than many other lives.

The memories flashed through,
She ends up in a heap.
Grabs the good old knife,
Leaving her battered and beat.

The sun shines in,
On her welding face.
Proof of another day,
She has yet to wait.

Faking the smiles,
And the emotions she felt.
Hiding it all too well,
Blood and cuts, the pain she dealt.

In the afternoon of a crispy fall,
She lost her best friend.
Leaving her to ask,
"When is it going to end?"

Feeling useless and alone,
She pops the pills.
She crawls into the corner,
Making her last cries and shrills.

Memories are the reason to her pain,
That her life has come to be.
Her dead body and soul took its last breath,
Whispering, "That girl is me."