Her

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She put the knife in his hand
As tears rolled down her face
He dug into her heart
Blood stained his beautiful skin
But she was happy
Because red was his favorite color, right?

She would give anything for him
But he wouldn't even give her a second glance
So she tore herself apart
Until there was nothing but scars on her beautiful skin
Would she do it again?
Of course.

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