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Suicide

Her jokes and smiles don’t mean a thing

Are you guys even listening ?

She jokes of death and she smiles with tears

Her strength is pain and she’s buried with fears

She longs for love but she feels only hate

She stays upbeat as she contemplates

The funny thing is she showed all the signs

But they were ignored

Because you thought she was fine

She left you a note, just one last joke

“My life,” is all she wrote

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