alone

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She sat alone
Alone at home
Where here screams were silent
While her mind was violent
Her insecurities hid deep inside
and they indeed eat her alive
a tear rolled down her face
as her heart began to race
She took a blade
And cut her skin
Where her depression lied deep within
This went on for days
Months
Years
Until she cried her very last tears
She decided that she'd had enough
The world around her was much too tough
She took a gun to her head
Congratulations society
Now she's dead

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