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Sunday, June 24, 2007






Jenny



My name is Jenny,
I am but fifteen.
My sister was kidnapped,
Since then she hasn’t been seen.

I’ve been feeling down,
Feeling oh so depressed.
I loved my sister,

Though her feelings were repressed.



We found out this morning,

That she was found dead.

My mother was horrified,

It explained my dread.



I went to the drawer,

Where father keeps his gun.

I’m sorry to say,

There will be blood when I’m done.



“Such a shame!” They’ll cry,

And mother will be heart broken.

Father would beat me,

If he knew my intention.



I’m in my room now,

I’m sorry, I must go.

This world has no meaning,

My heart tells me so.



As I write these final words,

I raise the gun to my head.

Knowing in my heart,

I’ll soon be dead.




BTW, i wrote this for a L.A. Prject. and she still didn't read it. Stupid Mrs. Bowen. XD


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