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her head spins hard
tears scarring her cheeks
the walls stare back in crumbles
emptiness gnaws at her bloodied skin

she had ritually sliced it
to free her mind from thinking
of the people at the party full of people
full of lives, while she suffers alone here

but she's not afraid of loneliness
she has her demons

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