"I just want my mother to be proud,"
She says staring into a cloud,
She got a needle to stick in,
Maybe it will make everything better again,
Hoping it won't cause much harm,
She gently drives it in her arm,
She lays on the cliff,
Then her mother says she'll be back in a jiff,
She screams and strains her voice,
She has just made her last choice,
She walks to the edge then looks down,
Then both of her feet leave the ground..
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