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Too Good

I see it in her eyes,
the tears she cant disguise,
puts on her happy visage,
inside she slowly dies.

She sits all alone,
humming her baneful tone,
calling people that will help,
her never ringing phone.

She sits with her book,
about a villinous crook,
with her head always bowed,
not rising to take a look.

She sits far away,
from society everyday,
she nevers leaves her spot,
but her plan is not to stay.

I see them both shaking,
sad thoughts they are making,
beside the bath rooms broken door,
they see her lifeless on the floor.