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She's got scars on her heart

and clouds in her head,

a glimmer in her eyes

with a tear to shed.

She had diamonds in her hair

which she'd stare at in dread

because all she sees in the mirror

is dry coal instead.

Her dreams and her demons

were unfearfully wed,

so she sleeps with a gun

right next to her bed.

She left a note on the table

all scribbled in red.

What it says is how badly

she wants herself dead.