She looks in the mirror
and, what does she see
a depressing girl staring
back at me. She been through
to much that she cant even bare
She picks up that a knife longing
For another slice
But this time it to deep
She can't stop the bleeding
She's feeling tried her arms are
getting weak. Her vision is get worse
She can't hardly speak.
As she drops the knife she say her final
GOOD-BYE
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