I Wish I Was Dead
My day is ruined the eleven-year-old said.
It is the worst kind of day, I wish I were dead.
What is it? I asked? She looked like perfection.
This enormous pimple is full of pink puss infection.
I looked as hard as I could to where she was pointing.
Seriously, I could see nothing upsetting or disappointing.
It is the most awful flaw on a face I have ever seen she said
Then she reiterated that she wished she was dead.
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