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I let her jump

I wanted to see if she could fly

I let her leap

I had a feeling she would die



I let her take the razor blade

I wanted to see something red

I let her disect her wrists

That girl was already dead



I let her steal the poison

I thought that she would share

I let her have it all

She never even cared



I let her rise from the ashes

Reformed into something new

I let her give me a chance

She spread her wings and flew.