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Pull the tourniquet tighter
Let life drain from her wrist
Watch as breath comes shallow
Bringing the end....
She won't resist
Her skin the pale of ivory
In her eyes a parting tear
Drop by drop her thoughts erase
As she relinquishes hope to fear
Some dare say a tragedy
Is the end of one so young
Yet with each fated drop she finds
An act of mercy closer comes
So tighten deaths sweet tourniquet
Until only a memory remains
Do not mourn for a life forsaken
For she finds freedom from her pain
~THE FLOWING PEN~
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