Victim of Suicide
The little girl didn’t see what hit her
She never heard the boom
When people screamed
Telling her to move
She stood shock still
She felt the lady behind her
The rustling of a skirt
She felt, didn’t hear
The push to run away
Too late though she was
Because before she could turn
Or even run away
Her body was nothing but charred bits
Staining the buildings and shops
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