Sleeping, dreaming, screaming for help a silent whisper is all she hears coming from herself seeping into the misery she forces herself to happiness drowning out her own thoughts as four walls close in temptation begins curled up in a ball painful teardrops begin to flow fingertips itch to touch the blade once more in a temptation that takes over all she wonders maybe one last taste will be okay.
one last taste
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