The Murder of My Friend, Liz

I'm lost as I search for my next class,
all I can hear is the shattering glass-
the glass that fell on my best friend's floor,
after a sudden knock on the door.
I was so scared, I didn't know what to do;
it was my fault she died,
I should've died, too.
My life is a wreck now that my best friend is dead.
Come back, Liz!
I didn't mean to do what"I" did.

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