alone

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She sat alone
Alone and at home
Where her screams were silent
But her mind was violent
Her insurities hid deep inside
And they did indeed eat her alive
A tear rolled down her face
And her heart began to race
She took her blade and tore her skin
Where her depression lied deep within
This went on for days month years
And until she cried her very last tears
She decided that she had enough
The world around her was much to tough
She took a gun to her head
Congratulations society
She is dead~n.a

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