LAST BREATH
She sits in silence. Relieve is written on her face. She takes one last deep breath. She's cold and scared. Reality hits her. She stares at her slashed wrist, Smiling at the thought of finally being at peace. Repeated bangs on the door Hurt by her memories. She lays still. With a final bang, The door flings open. Her eyes close slowly, And she shrugs at the sight of being saved. The blurry figure runs towards her. She takes her last breath As little tears wash down her face. She wrote her own fate.
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