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When I was low.... |
| ‘There is no ‘god’ in this world’ Thought the weeping little girl Trusting no one but herself For there is nobody else Nobody else to feel her pain Nobody to see her tears rain Down her checks, so pale While watching dark clouds sail Across the midnight sky Forbidding herself to cry The rusty razor blade against her skin Slowly digging in Small red dots arising in its wake How much more must she take Peace entered her as never before As her lifeless body hit the floor |