Sometimes she feels she can't go on,
She feels as if the play is done,
The final curtain is drawing near,
All she feels now, is fear,
She wants to end her dreadful life,
She holds in her hand the bloody knife,
Wishing for the courage to press down further,
Was it suicide or was it murder?
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