Over

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A heartbeat slows,
Veins run dry,
All this came,
From a young girl's cry.

She sits alone,
Because she hears laughter,
And in her mind,
Everyone hates her.

She goes home and cuts,
To get rid of the pain,
But one day she accidentally,
Cuts straight through her vein.

Now she lies on the floor,
Thinking nobody loves her,
And as she hears dreadful screams,
She says it's finally over...

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