Suicide
Looking
at the sunset
after
hearing the news,
A
light that burned so bright
amid
the turmoil of the dark.
Never
what she wanted to be,
or
what she could have been
She
rides across the Montana sky
on
a blood streaked white horse.
Finally
free of the pain
of
being simply mortal,
Proof
that money
can't
buy happiness.
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