Bad News
I disbelief the bad news call
That my friend took her life?
She’s dear to me,? ?my one and all
They’ve said she played with knife
Our very last heart-to-heart talk
Said she’s out of control
I did not consider it badly
Knowing she’s a strong wall
I sprint like a rabbit to see
The bad news they have said
Her parents are painfully crying
My one true friend is dead
With valor gaze, I have seen her
Face teary line was drawn?
And to that face,? ?her pale sad face
I left some of my own?…
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