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Scars down the wrists of the broken child, with little twists in the way it goes across. A needle in the hand of that lonely boy arm ready at all costs. The gun of the girl who sits alone in place and ready to fire. Bruises on the woman who couldn't get away,for now she holds a knife. The pain of the man who lost his lover for another slut that he desired.

That blade kills the broken child who was always lost..the needle drops to the ground,the boy without a breath...The gun goes off and without a sound the girl is alone dead...The knife in the woman's hand slays the man who beat her....The pain of the man who lost his lover will never subside for he never truly loved her.

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