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"I'm sorry",
She whispered,
Whiped away a tear,
She cried and she screamed,
But nobody could hear;
Alone she was standing,
Nobody was there;
As she fell to the ground
Nobody did care;
Her arm full of scars,
Her heart torn apart;
The razor was red,
Her body was dead.

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