It's empty inside, but you couldn't tell.
Thoughts of suicide sound so swell.
The shower water trickles down her body.
A wash cloth leaves a soapy trail.
Her finger brushes against a vein in the wrist
And she finds herself thinking about how easy it would be.
Is it like putting your soul up for sale?
She has many beliefs, even of Jesus Christ,
But yet she
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