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When she was a toddler, she wrote a poem.
It was called "cat."
That's what it was about.
Her mother hung it on the kitchen door.
When she was a child, she wrote another poem.
It was called "i hurt."
It was too deep for a 6-year-old.
Her mother threw it away.
When she was a teenager, she wrote her last poem.
She hung it on her bedroom door,
And held a gun to her temple.
The piece of paper fluttered down onto her spilled brains.
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