Amys dark depression

Amy never believed in happiness, her fate was set, destined for the darkness. A shard of glass from the broken window that her screams had shattered glinted in the moonlight. She picked it up and slithered it up her wrists, blood flowed and she sat growing weaker, her heartbeat slowing to a stop.

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