August 7th, 11:12 PM
And she scratched and clawed
At her fragile skin,
Ripping off scabs and scars,
Watching the red begin surface.
The blood dripped down her legs
Until it blended with the
red of her toenails.
The pain drowned her.
Her stomach was full
But empty at the same time.
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