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She sat all alone, tears streaming down her face. She sat with a bloody wrist, silent screams pounding in her throat. Feeling so alone, like no one could help her. Her blonde hair fell into her face as her eyes reddened, fear finally taking over. Her breath began to slow down, her chest hardly moving. "Even in my darkest days, you seem to make me smile," she sobbed, looking up to the ceiling.
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