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She had planned it long ago
one quick and final slash.
The Razor was sharp and ready to go
all she had to do was let her pain flow.
Someone woud find her, of that she was sure.
If only the life she knew had a cure.
She took a moment to ponder the life she had known.
The love of a family, the warmth of a home.
Then in her memory, something went wrong.
There was the awful she had felt all along.
She looked at the razor and then ar her blood
As it driped from her wrists to the suds.
They would find her like this, her hair all a mess.
She was crying and shaking at the thought of her death.
The moment had come, she knew with a glare.
Then took the razor and prepared it there.
No turning back, one last final blow.
She knew her death would be painful and slow.
She would have her revenge on the world so cruel.
The blood would drip down the razor her tool.
Just for a moment she thought she would live.
Then she herd them slowly come in.
She was saved for the day, someone was home.
She would wait to die, till she was alone.