Eulogy

Poem By katie taylor

There will be no eulogy for this weak, wretched girl
For nothing was found of great character
There will be no memory of this young, lost girl
For her whole life, she was dead.
Covered in scars she wept alone,
there was nothing to stop this troubled girl.
For the only friend she has was her razor covered in red.

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