Scars
Her wrists are marred with scars
From the years of pain endured
She is so cold and numb
Yet she wants to break free
From this habit of hers
She wants to be loved
...To belong
But for her it's too late
The darkness has claimed her
The scars on her wrists
Have taken her life
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