As she lay in her room. Surrounded
by a million teddy bears, she let go
of too soon. Her agonizing screams,
were like some kinda horror show, or
dream. Mom said, she o.d. And not ever
again the same will she be. She might of
been,13. But she looked, like barely
12 to me.
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