Gone.

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One cut.

She said she'll try.

A little bleed.

A grin appears.

A heart beat race.

She caught the razor

Making pain spread

on her wrists, she

draws emphatically .

A tear escaping

on her hand,

Shattering blood.

She inhales, but

She is unable to

catch her breath.

But the urge grows.

And the pain fades.

Deeper and deeper,

Inserting it searching

Oblivious that,

The trouble was gone

Long ago , before

She too was gone.

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