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Tiny slashes across her wrists
Drop by drop, red against white
Blood on ceramic
The physical pain now matching her inner turmoil
A little compassion was all she wanted
Her cries for help fell on deaf ears
She was supposed to be immune
Locking away her emotions like she was expected to
Her sanity went oozing out
One, two, three...
Too much in such a little time
Life was what had happened to her
In this corner of a dusty bathroom
People like her had no place in a cruel world
They were labeled as weaklings
Survival of the fittest was the rule
Weeded out one by one
Blade against smooth skin
She had given up
Almost
But now she had a new reason to fight
To carry on living
Inside her a new life bloomed
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