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Diary of a Mad Woman 8

Sometimes you will merely cry.
And sometimes the desire to taste death will consume you.
You will even try.
Atempt to end the excruciating reality of endurance
You will walk around. . .
with that newly sharpened knife,
contemplating. . .
Nearly atempting to ride it across your skin
Grating it up and down.
Up and down.
Slashing  till you reach bone.
 Until physical pain temporarily overpowers emotional pains
like the moon that wanes only to wax again. . .

But instead you put away the knife
and sigh.
You will live as you must, for him.
You will live till you learn n0t to set the knife down.
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