Once, she was a beautiful young woman,
She had friends who loved her and,
She was astute and kind and gay.
Together, we always seemed glad,
But, in time, she became sad,
From the troubles she faced each day.
But she was so kind,
She thought in her mind,
It was something she could subsist.
So masked her pain with a smile,
To distract us while,
She carved the lines on her wrist
Dolly Dahlia Community Member 
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