She cried and died.

She would set there, and cry.
No friends, no lovers, tiredness…
She would not smile for a while, she would pretend a lot, she would
pretend even more.
She would cry set in bed
Would remember good times she had
Would think about the things she would never had
Would think about babies
She would cry
She set there and died
She died
She didnt have the nerve, so she died
She didnt die at once
She died slowly
She kill herself a lot, and let everyone kill a bit.
A bite
So little she could feel
She could see
And they could see she dieing
Her struggle
They enjoyed
She enjoyed they had fun
She didnt get nothing
Her heart would never get nothing
And she didnt know
But she discovered
She cried
Died
And kept to herself all the sorrow.
She had a house, a kitchen, a matress a garden, she had a playground,
she had kids playing. She had a lover, she had a life.
She had dreams. Everyday she would concept them, let them grow big and
strong with love.
She would kill them, she would give her dreams to people to kill.
People enjoyed it. A lot.
She had a funeral of her dreams everyday. She would be the only one at
that funeral.
She would set there, and cry. And while everybody was passing by, she
would cry.
Everybody enjoys seen her cry, and she knew.
She just want to please people. She would kill her dreams and she
would also die. She would let people kill her, she would give away her
hopes.
On please people she based her life. People are in a rush, and
demanding.
She knew she would never had what she dreamed.
Nobody would give her
She died
She set there, crying, and die

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