Like I said before, I hope I didn't stray too much. Well, here's mine:
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She was lost, going by the bottle of pills,
A mound of white mush forming at her mouth,
A young girl as told by her acne-clad face,
A faithless girl, a Bible covered in dust,
Crisp new pages read by none last eve,
Behind a closed door under a dark March sun,
Not a girl of beauty say the mirrors,
Nor the photographs absent from the scene.
A visitor in this house this girl was not,
As told by the depression in the bed,
Glistening in the morning sun, blind eyes
Says the empty stare with no trace of life,
Money was plentiful, say the bands of gold,
On her fingers and bloated wallet with bills,
With friends abound, proof not in pictures but in letters,
Lonesome she was not, nor warm nor cold, just a shell.
Her plan worked well says the lifeless corpse,
On the cold tile floor, a day before,
Although she was quite kind, she was lost inside,
Broken from banality say the hardened tears,
That ran down her temple and in her ears,
Now the matter of finding the body,
The friends, the family will all soon know,
And in the end, it all worked according to plan.