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Her Final Day

Tear stained cheeks, a broken heart,
cursed to live their lives apart.
In one hand she holds a knife,
suicide thoughts run through her mind.

Blurred vision, her body shakes,
could this be her final day?
As she plunges deep within,
her breathing slows, body limp.

On the floor she lies, covered in blood,
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