Part One

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Her breath catches in the back of her throat,
Her heart pulses at the touch of the cold blade,
Tonight, the sadness creeps into her bones,
As her skin slowly tears apart,
The monsters in her mind win,
Finally,
Her purity bleeds out,
Along with her innocence and beauty,
This is the only way she knows best,
How to let the darkness out,

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