A girl
A girl with auburn hair
A girl who didn't care
She put on bright lipstick
She wore an orange dress
She walked in heeled brown boots
All everywhere
She painted the town
If anyone says that anymore
She would write a book
Of all she saw that night
Before the ledge
She started happy
With a smile
But then the darkness clawed at her
She met depression
In the cafe
As he told her why she should not be here
As she cried
She looked into the churning water
The color of the sky
Tears in her eyes
"Get down." A voicec called gently
To which the girl replied "What?"
"Get down April." The voice spoke yet again
April fell back
Auburn hair flying wildly
Tears stinging her eyes
"Shh, June is here."
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