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She sits there in the corner

All alone and shaking

Tears streaming down her face

Blood running down her arms

This is the dark abyss that she calls home

This, to her, is normal

If they hurt you, you deserve it

That's what she believes

Pain is her best friend

Her only friend

Her savior

If she didn't have that

She would surely die

But she's dying anyway

Slowly but surely

She bleeds herself dry

She breaks herself down

She will empty her soul

Until nothing is left

Because emptiness

Is better than this

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