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This is about the girl forgotten. She was invisible, until her end.
Submitted:Feb 14, 2013 Reads: 8 Comments: 0 Likes: 0
The girl is dead,
The rope is taut.
And on the end,
The girl they forgot.
Oh what a tragedy,
They all say.
For this is no longer,
Child's play.
Death is cold and unforgiving,
But even the dead,
Pity the living.
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