she is never hungry,
always tierd,
longing for that eturnal sleep,
longing for that everlasting peace,
she never eats for she knows that soon she will not need the s**t that she would eat any way,
she rips and claws at the skin,
she wrights her last words,
alone in her room,
the boundry she has put around her heart broken for the last time
soon that ever-dark room will be hers,
and she will finaly cry herself to sleep the last time
she will never have to breath,
never have to put up with the pain that it she suffers when she has to wake up every morning,
waiting for the day when she will finaly sleep for good
wanting that sleep,
needing it like a babe needs mother's milk,
she will give her self this,
it will coust her every thing,
every hope,
every dream,
every little thing,
to escape the past and avoid the future,
to leave this place for good...
plush panda of death Community Member 
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