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A candle flickers, on the bedroom stand

This is the night, she so carefully planned

Her favorite book, laid by her side

She promised to read it, but knew that she lied

The pill bottle, there, on her white satin sheets

Open and empty, she’s falling asleep

Her thoughts start to wander, with dreams, unfulfilled

The rooms getting colder, her body now chilled

The flame, once so bright, is diminished instead

For she took her own life, when she made her own bed


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