Sing in the Shower, Dance in the Rain

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Let me end my sorrow

She was lying on her bed, moving through twisted dreams of this world full of lies.
"I wish I could break free of this sorrow..."she whispered, as the razorblades dancing across her wrists helped to ease her pain forever, leaving nothing but her sobbing mother in it's wake.

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