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5. Written From Experience. The slits in her arms
Were sore from the razor.
The mazes in her head
Trapping monsters
Preventing them from escaping.
As the blood trickled down her arm
She ached inside
Not from the visible suffering
Instead from the demons inside
Screaming to escape.
Her life seemed normal
To those surrounding her.
But it was easy to put on a brave face,
To smile and scream silently inside.
