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| She traces it with her fingers, Staring at the pale line Fading Red in colour It stands out like a sign Her face twists into a grimace, Angry that the knife is her only friend And angry at the way she feels, Hoping soon it will come To an end. |
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| The light goes on And the light goes off Another day has passed Another night has begun. And still she sits Alone and confused Because nobody and no one Takes the time to stop and care. |
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