As she watched the red devil liquid drip from her bloody wrist
Her eyes got big
She got all excited
Then she felt the rush
She heard a little voice
'Cut More & More'
It got out of control
She started slashing her wrist
Then her stomach
Then her thigh
As then she looked
Felt the pain
Enjoyed it
She saw the blood flow like a blood fall
It hit
She felt dizzy
She fell
Last thing she saw was the Red River
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I would like to translate this poem