Why did you.

They couldn't  write it all
Just so how much,  they decide
Coz writer is the word, the box
But wat they havent written
Are stones in her coat's pocket
Drowned.
Burnt with no trace
Hung, a letter remained
Dead.
Coz dead ones outnumber
But where they thinking about death in detail so much?
Or was the only aim  to not live anymore
So as to unsave some love
So as to not hinder some ways
So as to not be laughed at
So as to stop the pain
Or maybe they were all murders,
Just so we didn't know that proved deaths are still not proved
Maybe its you who killed, maybe you are in hiding coz u know u murdered
So u join when they say, they killed themselves
But wen they wer alive they said each other to not die anymore. You still killed them and now when I say they need to be heard, you say,
cant hear, they r dead. U don't say u killed, u say they are dead. But why did u kill?

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