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She sat alone, stuffed down her pains, said "no one can miss me, since no one sees me." She put the knife to her throat, and thats all she wrote, Died alone, no one could have known. She didnt think twice, it was only one slice.Blood spurting on the floor, she forgot to lock the door. I found her there, blood covering her hair. I cried out with all my might, she had given up the fight. I felt betrayed, but i had to stay. I wept for hours, now a better reason to bring her flowers. Her life could not have been saved, She took everything to the grave.

I tried to join her for the ride, but as usual, luck was not on my side. Every attempt that was made, was only in vain.

  She was my love and my life, why did she have to use my dad's knife. I kissed her blood drenched lips, yet i couldnt come to grips. She was gone, dead to a world she felt had shunned her.