There was once a little girl,
Who was depressed, you see.
Her friends took no notice, they thought she was very happy.
Her thoughts started to consume her, one by one,
she knew nobody would care, if she was truly dead and gone.
Her thoughts became wilder,
the gun or the rope?
Sometimes it got so bad,
she could barely cope.
Then one day she lost it,
"No more! No more!"
Depression and loneliness were burning through her very core.
She picked up the gun,
this is her story's end.
After a few seconds it was over,
bang bang, she was dead.


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