Suicide
Death becomes her lying there,
her brunette hair perfectly framing the silky interior.
The lacy white pillow perfectly props her up for all to see.
Though death has taken her life and stolen her soul.
We must admit she still has a glow.
It is as though her radiance was to bright to extinguish.
Her life wasn't easy,
she had more pain than she could bare.
You wouldn't know, she hid it well within her heart
so only she knew the enormity of it all.
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