Despair

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She sobbed her heart out to herself,
And reached up, grabbing air.
When she had no more tears to shed,
She tried to make some in despair.

The scratching didn't help enough,
She wanted to feel more pain.
She took a blade out of a sharpener,
And drug it across her veins.

~S.J. Chance

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