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Every Breath...

She turns her head, as if to say the end is near.

Shoulders hung low, carry the weight of dispare.

Walking away with a veil of disguise.

Darkness lies just beneathe her eyes.

What will become as the fog is undone?

Grasping the razor that will make happiness come.

Standing alone in her room, how long will it take?

Will the cold come soon, why the wait?

Every beat of her heart hurts more and more.

She falls to her knees upon the floor.

The blood now flows like a crimson sea,

her memory flooded with hopes and dreams.

Every breath is now her enemy...