Her childhood friends ages long gone
made mornings sigh and long nights yawn.
Akward silence starving and mean
Filled the days with an endless sheen
As many memories all in the pile
Had started to fade after awhile
Her curiosity fought against a doubt
Hoping to never figure it out
Allas for the truth in mens eyes
That revealed the lesson of lifes lies
And so was proclaimed with a moan
We all live proud and each die alone
As many prints found in the sand
Followed her being away from this land
All inquiries ended with the tide
In a completely beautiful suicide.
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