wishing.

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she's runs the blade across her left wrist
she can't stop crying
the tears burn once they hit her skin
and run across her new scars.

there's blood everywhere
she cleans it all and moves on in life.
her guilts and regrets haunt her
yet no one notices
she keeps it locked up inside.
and self harms every night.
wishing she died in her sleep.

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