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"I fear I can't go on," she said,"I think I would be better dead."
She knelt, she cried, I held her head.I thought I knew what she was feeling. She turned to close the door and I Assisted in a suicide. Now that she's on the other side I know what she was after. . . And I can wait.A cold and wet November's day.
We lowered her into a grave,-I'd never seen her look so brave.
Now worms consume her body. . .
And I can wait.
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