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the door is jammed shut and a desperate soul lies within. doubled over and contemplating. the pale light from the moon beams into the room, traces the figure of a knife with two hands clenched tight. a swift and painful jerk through the heart of a girl who seems to notice the pain as a familiarity. like a long lost friend, to finally take her home. a rag doll body, not a bit of life to be found but in those eyes that scream in silences the story of a child so lost in emotion, she drowned through her tears.