Screaming.
She listens as it echos through her ears, consuming her every sound.
Blocking out reality, her nightmares some to life.
She fights back the screams with the screams of her wrists.
She silences the echoing with the echo of her blood drip.

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Reality is her nightmare, her dreams are her peace.
haunted by blocked memories of her mind, she sleeps away time.
Till day break her terrors come alive,
she'll walk in reality but wish to die.

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Alone, she counts the endless pink marks on her skin;
all created by knives, fire, razors, and pin.
Every night she asks her...