She thinks that she won't be missed,
So she tempts fate with a fall.
Calculated carefully beforehand,
She masterminds her own demise.
They make up nice stories
To pretend that they knew her.
Her friends forget their own follies
To cry, and confront their disbelief.
They'll forget her open sores,
Simple, silly little suicide games;
They'll forgive her tired tones --
And she'll become another shiny memory.
The faded high school snapshot
Will be the last picture they'll ever miss,
She'll seem sort of like a pedestalled geek-goddess;
Pardoned for a lifetime of petty crimes.
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