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Broken syringes around the room, She cannot take this anymore. She's happy, she's going away soon. She doesn't have anything to live for.
She walks to the balcony, Knowing what is up ahead. The pain so strong she cannot see, Sadness clouding up her head.
With one deep breath she takes the fall, For a moment she flies free. The world comes tumbling down, And no one even hears.
Her mangled body lies on the floor, Her cheeks no longer flushed red. Her eyes wide open, blue no more, As she is now dead.