She inhales the pain, & accepts who she's become. What people have made her be. She's confused about what she did wrong. Where she did wrong. How she did wrong. She's sad. Upset. Scarred. Her wrists look like hell. But leave a trace of everything she's been through. Each scar tells a story. Has a sprinkle of history.. Each slit proves she can't go through what she does. She isn't strong enough. There is only one outlet of her pain. So, as her hand covers the blood running from her newly, deep cuts, & the razor lay on the floor beside of her.. She inhales the pain, & accepts who she's become..
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