by Sally
Shes got that razor in her hand.
Sitting there alone.
The only one home.
Wishing he would take her back.
Sitting by the phone.
Wishing... Waiting...
Two hours pass...
The phone never rings.
She makes the first cut...
Then the second...
One after another til she can't bare the pain.
She lays on the bathroom floor in a pool of blood...
And he comes home just a moment too late...
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