Scilence
The room was dark,
Only the little flame of a candle could be seen.
No sound was to be heard!
It was dark when the girl tought to herself,
the girl sat in the darkest corner,
With a knife blade,
Blood leeking out of her wrist.
She had toughts that she could no longer live.
She suddenly stabbed her heart,
and no love,
and sertenly no heart beat!
Only the little flame of a candle could be seen.
No sound was to be heard!
It was dark when the girl tought to herself,
the girl sat in the darkest corner,
With a knife blade,
Blood leeking out of her wrist.
She had toughts that she could no longer live.
She suddenly stabbed her heart,
and no love,
and sertenly no heart beat!
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