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Oct 2015
She’s broken, hurt, and dead inside,
Nobody knows what she’s tried to hide.
She hurts, she aches she cries real tears,
She hasn’t learned to overcome her fears.
She feels like no one loves her and no one cares,
Her heart is nothing but cuts and tears.
Her arms are cut and stained blood red,
She hopes if she went deeper she would finally end up dead.
She looks for a sign, a simple glimpse of hope,
She hasn’t found one so she grabbed a rope.
She’s on the edge she’s ready to die,
She looks to the ground and tightly closes her eyes.
She started to cry as she thought of all her friends,
She wiped her eyes as it all came to an end.
She stepped down at life’s last call,
Now there is no turning back, she just lost it all.
Tori Thornsbrough
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Tori Thornsbrough  17/F/Sedalia Missouri
(17/F/Sedalia Missouri)   
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