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Exhaling Suicide
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poems Turn around to find everyone despised her
Even the alphabet soup refuses to talk
The television remains switched off
Remote control hid itself
An odd silence echoes through the hallway
Black rain outside showering her angst
Ripping up the innocent clouds
No more fluffy exterior
A gallery of smashed plates lay at her feet
Reasons escape her weakened grasp
Defences come crashing down
A single tear rolls
Wow, this is a really good poem, I especially like the part about the alphabet soup.