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The blood began to drip,
It started with one single slip.
My first fatal cut,
Cause I was called an ugly slut.
I tried to shut it out,
I tried not to give into my doubts.
But every single breath,
Began to feel like death.
But no one ever questioned the lies,
Or the tears in my eyes.
I was at the end of it all,
And ready to make the fall.
There was no one there,
Didn't anyone care.
I began to cry,
I was ready to die.