Feel

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Her blood a dark Crimson
Agenst her ivory skin
Red, Angry cuts look back up at her
A razor in her hand
She didn't mean to do it
She can only take so much
But she's past her breaking point
The one she guarded so much
She's comptaplateing death
Wondering how it would feel
If she just took the pain away
So she'd never have to feel

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