She wonders what it's like to dance so gracefully in all her pain. She
glares meaningfully at the sound of her own screams. Hears screams. Screams
haunting her. So she drinks down. Down to know the pain will fade. Fade.
Cries. Her cries arent heard so she cuts to bleed. She bleeds her soul but
no one came to rescue her. So she took pills. 36 of them to know that death
was real. To know that no one really cared.
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