She's lying in a hospital bed,
needles stuck inside her skin.
Pondering what her father had said.
Did she really commit a sin?
She felt her mind spinning in pain,
The razor was just lying on the floor.
She closes her eyes once more.
Again, again now, shes falling into abyss.
Goodbye my friend, Refrain from this.
In and out of sarrow,
She's not sure if there's tomarrow.
Now she's lying in a casket,
the insects crawling in,
they all weep and send flower-filled baskets,
but she was actually the one to win.
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Submission Name: Sin
