It was the usual thing.
She did it all the time:
she'd post it on her social network time and time again
that she would overdose.
She'd post "Good bye" to all her friends -
the whole one thousand plus of them.
All that was usual,
the usual thing.
Only, that day was slightly out
of what we might term
she had come of age.
Her special day.
All in good time
someone had found her.
Someone far away
and so it was that
someone found her
but too late.
(Based on truth, but with details changed for obvious reasons.)
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