Knife or Pill? Clean and Easy? Dark and bloody. Escape which Way? Tryingg to think These voices demolishing her mind. She's praying to survive. Knowing she's already dead Reaching for the knife. Darkness closes in. Dragging the jagged edge across her skin. Releasing demons from her veins Tears flooding her eyes Bloods running across the floor. This is where she dies Closing her eyes for the final time Voices fade away She then dies Finnaly happy inside.
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