She looks around
Heart begins to pound
Feels confused
Tightly bound
She desperately speaks
No one hears a sound
Her voice is loud
Intentions misread
Everything shrouds
She cuts and turns red
No one notices she is dead
Death was her plan
She had life
She ran
Death Should come last
Not swiftly and silently fast
Life should be respected
Death should be unexpected
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