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As that lonely girl sits there crying she reaches for her razor and cuts deep, watching the crimson red seep out making a pool next to her feet. Crying over this man who torture, broke her heart, tore her in two. Because of him this is what she's forced to do. Bleed until she feels no more pain. . .
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We are losing her again, she is slowly slipping away. To a better place. she feels no more pain, heart being mended again, is being put back together. . .
This lonely girl is lost to us forever and always but will stay in our heart until the day we meet again. Because this isn't the end. . .