The Girl Who Cut
She hid every emotion, even happiness. She was numb, She didn't want to worry anyone. So, instead of talking about her pain, She hid it all until she lost it. She lost it all. And no, it wasn't just 1 cut, Not 2, Not 3, Not 4, But 5. Her blood ran. Dripping down her arm, Her mind filling with regret. She knew she had gone too far, She laid there on her bedroom floor. But, She knew it would leave a scar. Not on her, though. Just on everyone else around her...
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