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crys alone in a dark corner and wishes herself dead,

dead from the world, but doest know how,

aint human,

isnt woman enough to take her own life,

all she does is sit and wonder why,

why could she have been so selfish to her own demise,

sitting and staring of into outer space she sits quietly and wonders why god still keeps her alive,

and her knowing that she should be dead,

and that shes still alive,

keeps her mind occupied and kept away from all human life, until one day she wakes up and realizes theres nothing holding her back,

shes reaches for the knife,

the knife slips in her hand and suddenly without and warning she lies there dead covered in her red sticky blood,

there for the whole world to see,

she died 12 am. She died for herself.