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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.
Written by Weak4hissmile (the.LittlestSP-EXPO)
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