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The mountain air
The struggle is real
Her mind filled by toxic rot
They never cared.
By how much she feared
The end of her life was near
Never more to see moonlit nights
Nor sunsets for her to stare
Ardent eyes glisten no more
She sighed as blood soaked the floor
No one could repair the light that once shined oh so bright
Now dimmed and disappeared
No one would listen to what was written
Her suicide filled the
mountain Canyon air.
Her mind filled by toxic rot
They never cared.
By how much she feared
The end of her life was near
Never more to see moonlit nights
Nor sunsets for her to stare
Ardent eyes glisten no more
She sighed as blood soaked the floor
No one could repair the light that once shined oh so bright
Now dimmed and disappeared
No one would listen to what was written
Her suicide filled the
mountain Canyon air.
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