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[a dark poem to light up your day]

she was tired
of writing poems
about girls
she wished she could be like

she was tired
of being alone
in a crowd
she wished she could blend in

she was lying
when she said she was okay
she was lying
when she said it was all good

she was tired
so she took it away
the blade was cold
her skin knew it
so well
the blood was warm
her demons consumed it
hungrily

she left
went to the afterlife
she's been told about
but it was a lie
she found nothing
but empty space

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