she wrote a story on her wrist, the story of her life
she carved it w/ a sharp knife
the tears mixed w/ sweat and the sweat w/ blood
no one would understand what she'd done
She illistrated in detail all the pain she'd went through
the memories flooded over her as if they were cued
the only pain she controlled was the pain she could hold
she took some asprin to ease the pain
now the tears fell like acid rain
she went to her room and locked the door
soon the pain would be no more
she closed the curtains and dimmed the lights
no more depressing nights
she wrote a story on her wrist, the story of her life
 
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