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When you say her name,
It makes people cry,
Hurts everyone by the way she died,
Plays with her feelings inside,
Blonde hair and blue eyes made her depression look like happiness,
Nodby knew what she had in mind to do,
She wrote poetry and never lied.
But she didn't cry when the depression got really dark,
Twisted and turned in her heart.
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