(WARNING: Contains sensitive subject matter -- suicide) She loved to watch blood spill from beneath her own claws. Her hatred was tamed with red. Her soul yearned for the darkness, but she was always dragged back into the light. They wanted her to be perfect and happy. She wanted to scream in agony. Her mind flashed back to the lives she had taken, the futures she destroyed. She laughed at the horror, and the voices continued. You're different. You're strange. You're awful. You're crazy.
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