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I stare out the window, The snow slowly falls. I look at the glass, I listen as it calls. I close the blinds, No one can see. I switch off the light, It sets the mood for me. Cutting. As I close the door, I begin to cry. I pick up the glass Against my wrist it flies. I had no blades So the glass would suffice. The glass seemed perfect, It did the job right. I stare at my wrist, It's covered in red. I let it drip down my arm, I watched as it bled. My heart is pounding As I think about why I do this. I do it because I'm not good enough, I'm horrible and give no one bliss. I hate my body, This is true. It seems out of