Her wrists

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She couldn't cry
We'll at least her eyes
So she tried
Her wrists

She cut them deep
Until the weeper
Red, crimson
Tears

The trail it makes
In its wake
Tells a story
Of a girl not crying

Her eyes couldn't cry
So she tried her wrists
She cut them deep
She couldn't resist

Her eyes didn't 
Cry
Her wrists
Did...

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