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She cuts herself.
Her eyes lost in blood red tears.
Sorrow and grief flowing.
Like a lonesome child, plucking petals from a flower.
"Love"
"Loves me not"
"Loves me"
"Loves me not"
Every drop a tear.
A silent accusation.
"He doesn't love me." she thinks.
"All my fault."
And so she cuts
And cuts again.
Why is life cruel?
Why do we think ourselves not worthy?
He watch.
Powerless to stop her.
Do love heal?
Love
Life, a cruel joke.
Shelter in love
Healing.
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