She grabs the knife
holds it to her wrist
slides it slowly across
end to tip
shes had enough
she hates her life
she seeks refuge
in the form of a knife
first her left
then her right
feelings of regret fill her head
her cries ring out in the night
its too late now
she cant turn back
she starts to feel drowsy the walls fo black...
(unfinished)
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