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Down, not Done - Penelope

My life is cold, and dark, and dreary

It rains, and the wind is never weary

My thoughts still cling to the moldering past

But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast

And the days are dark and dreary.

She sat on the edge of a cliff overlooking the beach, her thoughts on the words she'd written at the beginning of her note as she stared at the waves. They summed up the last seven months of her life, so it made sense to her to leave them as an explanation.

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