The rain was falling fast,
The wind was blowing hard,
That night she took the knife,
And made her one last scar,
She woke up that morning,
And just couldn't shake the pain,
She was sick and she was tired,
And she was always so ashamed,
Looking in the mirror,
Only invited hurtful tears,
So she went into the bathroom,
And got the cutting sheers,
She went to
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