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<td class="midtext" style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt;">She shed a tear, as her life ran out.
Regret, shame, and fear. Her soul felt nothing more.
Her life was cut short, as the chain events unfold, her time on this earth, was no more.
She gazed skyward, with hopes of relief, but to her dismay, only snow came, but not brief.
She knew it was over, her life force was to end, the tragedy of her existence, was set to bend.
"If only, I should have" and "I regret", despite her life being less than a test.
She fed the starving, and helped the lonely. She saved the life of a kitten.
Yet there, she remained, ungrateful for her triumphs.
She faded out, unaware of life, she felt pity, not happiness and delight.
And so the story repeats again, of a soul, put to rest, but in avoidable pain.
Live your life for all you've got, and love yourself for what you've done.
If others of intellect dare not curse you, then your stay on earth, was worthy of virtue. </td>
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