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[title] => Mary Jane Died Today
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[bodytext] => Mary Jane has died today
Locked up in her room She wouldn't let her mother in She knew it would be soon Her eyesight was growing poorer She could barely walk She curled up in a corner And refused to talk The Rapture was coming This she knew She was going crazy This was true The tears rolled down her cheeks Her vision was now blurred She'd never gotten to trick-or-treat And her parents were divorced She'd never had a boyfriend And never expierienced love before Never tried drugs before She wouldn't know breathing anymore Her parents didn't love her They hated each other She had no close friends She'd never had a brother She cried as she slipped the note on her dresser She cried as she slipped over and unlocked the door She cried as she slipped the noose 'round her neck She cried as she stood up on that small chair But when she stepped off she cried no more Her mother heard a crash She ran to the room She brought her hand to her lips And she ached through and through She turned her head from the body And glanced at the dresser And saw the small paper As she read the words she fainted Her perfect daughter's life was tainted A few moments later the mother was gone too The rapture had happened Just as it had been forseen to And Mary Jane was dead Mother- Nobody loves me. I'm too young to die. I don't understand. This is the only thing that seems to make sense. Good-bye. -Mary Jane [comments] => 2 [counter] => 171 [topic] => 13 [informant] => poetic_tragedy [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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