Red Lines

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Red Lines

She lays silently on the floor

Her mind begging for more

But her body couldnt take it

Slowly she fades into the blackness

Bit by bit

Red lines are all over her wrist

There's not one spot that she missed

No longer could she handle the lies

As she lays there and dies

Finally she shuts her eyes

A smile rests peacefully on her face

While she gets encased

When she's 6 feet under

Everyone starts to wonder

What they did wrong

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