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Failure.
The razor was speaking to her,
Calling her name.
Making promises of healing,
And cutting away the pain.
She answered, walking numbly,
To the medicine cabinet.
Flinging open the door,
Reaching for her one friend.
Hands shaking,
She holds salvation to her wrist.
Praying for the courage,
To finish her life.
Tear and blood flowing,
She can't do it.
Everyone was right,
When they called her a failure.
