She sits in the middle of the room,
on a cold, crisp floor.
Trying to forget everything from her past.
But she can't.
All the times she cried herself to sleep at night.
All the times she raised a blade or rope to her arms or legs.
All the times she spent puking up the food her mother spent so much money on to last a while.
But she can't.
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Thoughts
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