Note: another from the diary of a young girl
crashing waves
flying birds
buzing bees
a silent street
the night is young
one girl alone
no one knows
the secret she keeps
her mind tosses
her mind turns
she cannot take it anymore
for death she yearns
the knife in hand
thrusts through her heart
as she awakes
in bed at home
pale face in sweat
she lies down again
and falls back asleep
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