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i lay on the bathroom floor,
with towels mopping up what i've done.
i hurt, yet feel relieved.
my shirt no longer white,
but my own crimson bath.
i'm crying and screaming for the hurt and pain still left in my heart.
my mom is at the door sobbing and screaming for what i'm doing.
she's trying to knock down the door before i take my life.
but i just scream louder,
and this time my cry is full of regret, pain, hope, and love.
all these feelings i've held in for so long,
come pouring out with the very last breath i take.
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