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One soul
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2004poems Theres one gun,
Shes thinks its all for fun.
One soul whispers in the dark,
Alone she sits in the park.
The sound of a bullet comes to life,
Incase her plan may fail she has a knife.
No one can see the little girls crys,
Alone she sits quietly and dies.
No one sees her hidden pain,
They think its all a game.
But just the same,
You know your to blame.
Her sins are now washed away,
Youll all see for yourselves that she wasnt okay.
Little girl with long brown hair,
Shes dead, shes gone, and no one cared.
