Absence of Hope

She sat alone, alone at home. Where her screams were silent, but her mind was turning violent. Her insecurities hid deep inside, and they did indeed eat her alive. A tear rolled down her
face, as her heart began to race. She took her blade and tore her skin, where her depression lied deep within. This went on for days, months, years, and until she cried her very last tears. She decided that she had enough, the world around her was much too tough. She took a gun to her head.

Congratulations society, she is dead.

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