She's all alone. Nobody's around. Her slow breathing's the only sound. She thinks of things in her past. Knowing her life's gone much too fast. Remembering fingers of all the men. She hate the places she has been. It's not only places that she hates. She hates herself. She has no faith. She always had to be on her own. She has no one. She's all alone. Nasty thoughts going through her mind. She thought to herself, "now is the time." She never realized what she had. Never looked at the good side, only the bad.
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