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“As the beads of water ran down her body she thought about the screams the sadness. She yelled, not loud enough for people to hear but loud enough that the world felt her pain. She cried and fell to the floor. Her wet hair covered her face. She looked over and grabbed the wet, rusty razor and held it to her wrist. She cried telling her self she did not want to die but the voice told her the world was better off. She took the razor and slowly cut her wrist. No one speaks of the girl who killer her self but of the evil that was born from it. The grin that grew as each drop off blood dripped from her body and into the drain."