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The End

Little Melissa
Crying in her bed
Listening to the voices
In her head

Crying way too much
For a girl her size
Not wanting to deceive
Their big surprise

Thinking to herself
What can she do?
She knows she has to prove
Herself to you

Little Melissa
Crying yet again
On her death bed
She doesn't know when
She can leave this place of
Murderous torture
When can she go away?

Little Melissa
Rest in peace
Those voices in your head
Were telling you to go to sleep
Poem by missbrookz