One hundred thirty six

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She sat alone, alone at home,
where her screams were silent,
but her mind was violent,
her insecurities hid deep inside,
and they did eat her alive,
a tear rolled down her face,
as her heart began to race,
she took the blade and tore her skin,
where her depression lied deep within,
this went on for days, months, years,
and until she cried her very last years,
she decided that she's had enough,
the world around her was much too tough,
she took a gun to her head,
congratulations society,
she is dead.

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