A Little Girl
A little girl,
With no shoulder to cry on,
Took her pills for a whirl,
Now her minds gone.
She was once,
Truly happy,
Had hope in abundance,
Now she feels only apathy,
And Death's presence.
Why was it so terrible?
What could make a young life,
So unbearable,
That it could end in such grief.
You must worry when,
Tic Tac's transform to oxy,
And you succumb to addiction,
In a terrible form of self cruelty.
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