The pain erupts.
Intensly burning all the feelings away.
She look at her reflection in the mirror.
And then the scars show on the insides of her arms.
The past is real is all she thinks.
Many thoughts crowd her mind.
Why did i start?
Will i ever be free?
When will someone come and save me?
The thoughts are always there.
Never fading.
She fears that she will be found out.
She covers herself.
And sighs.
Then walks away.
With those scissors in her hand.
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