December 1, 2011
She runs to her dark room
and locks the door.
Puts the blade to her wrist
and says,
“I can’t do this anymore.”
Right before she begins to slice,
someone comes in
and turns on the light.
He wraps her in his arms
and says,
“Thank God you’re still here.”
She replied,
“No, thank you…”
Her face soaked with tears.

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