Last night she winced,
Flinched and cried,
Her rusty blade,
Drew bones and blood,
The blood dripped,
Onto the floor,
Staining the white clean floor,
She searched her arm,
For white not pink,
And realized that she's so weak,
She ran to the bathroom,
And closed the door,
Cut both her wrists,
And lay against the wall,
She grew cold and shook all over,
The world faded black,
And she left all together.
 
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