IDK.
Self destruction is her goal now.
His leaving was a high price for these slit wrists.
They're laughing, not a care in the world
in the adjacent room.
She huddles in the dark corner
of the room 2 doors down, on the left.
The furniture is shattered,
the walls covered in writing -
the masterpiece of her own scarred hands.
She's been screaming for a while
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