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15. SUICIDE She is dead inside
She is decaying
She wishes to live
But the pain is killing her
As she walks she thinks about her life and what a burden she has been.
She takes the shovel and digs her grave
Secluded in the deep woods
She takes the dagger and slowly bleeds her wrists
She lays awake in her grave
Waiting to die, Bleeding so slowly, too slow
The pain feels so good though.
At least she can feel something.
At last she falls into a permanent sleep.
She looks so peaceful and beautiful.
She is at peace and no one can hurt her anymore.
She is one with the Earth.
In to soil, where she belongs.
Freedom at last.
