Am I really that bad?
Without me, would the world be glad?
How do I make them mad,
With every word to be had?
If I was to dissapear,
Would anyone stop?
Would they think it queer,
Or would they be grinning from ear to ear?
As they watch me
Standing not so near,
A single tear
Falls down my face--
That awful disgrace.

A horrible deed has taken place!

Looks like she lost the chase,
That chase with her demons.
She wasn't fast enough;
Too slow, was her pace.
She watched the world before her unravel,
And as the story goes.
She vanished without a trace.

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