Death Note


Hidden in her lonely heart,
is a piece of her that shall part.
The brokeness of her soul,
Shattered like glass,
and black as coal.

There's nothing left for her to give,
No more reasons for her to live.
No more reasons to hold on,
and before you know it she'll be gone.

As if she never even lived,
History erases her from it.
She lived, she died, 
They called it a life.

And though her heartfelt emotions left her years ago,
She did have things to offer,
But now the world will never know. 



This is really good


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