• Of all the days I could have died,

  Today was my day to go.

  Today was my way to show.

   

  Of all the sun I could have seen,

  Stuck was the view of dark soaked hay.

  The dark clouds grey.

   

  And of all the people I could have been,

  I was me.

  Sixteen. Blonde. Dead.

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