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A slit here, a slit there. 
It makes no difference to her where she cuts. 

A knife in her hand,
She is ready to stab. 

The knife is a pen,
staining a blank expressioned sheet of paper.
The paper is her life,
being wasted and tossed away. 

She writes and writes,
But when a word is spelt wrong,
The paper is crumpled and thrown away.   

She wants to save herself,
but the pen spills ink. 
Of disappointment.
Of hatred.
Of suicide.