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She sits there, alone and naked in the darkness.
Tears slide down her soft cheeks like a raindropp would on a flower.
She sobs. Hoping the unbearable sadness and hopelessness disappears.
Vanishes as quickly as it came.
But deep down inside her fragile heart, she knows it cannot go away.
The sanity that she once possessed is now morphed into the very meaning of insanity.
She takes the sharp razor and slices deeper.
Hoping the torture chamber that is her mind is finally put to rest.