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Cold

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She shakes,

blade to her wrist,

tears in her eyes,

heart on the floor,

stomped on

like a doormat,

flattened and frail,

hidden from view,

so as not to be hurt.

The blood

drips to the floor

to the towel

laid down.

She shakes,

She falls,

She escapes,

but in the end

she is still cold.

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Written by Colors_of_the_Wind
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