Poem – The Final Moments 

She stood in front of the mirror , Before her stood unwanted .

Messy hair , hollow face , dark circles , 
Before her stood ugly , 

Disfigured , Disproportionate , Disformed .

She look at her hands 

She took it out from her pocket ,

Red drops slowly flooding 

The once white sink

Now a rich burgundy .
Her own beautiful death , 

Planned out with such precision 

That the end result was perfection 

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