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May 2016
The empathy of a teacher who hears that a girl they belittledΒ Β has commuted suicide.
The sadness of a parent who will always wonder why.
The grief of her friends, they'll always pretend that she never seemed sad in the end.
I think we should all take a break, take a moment to state that suicide is not alright.
We live In a world where our minds are swirled with poisionus lies.
The ******* irony of if.
To be told to live your life a certain way, will only betray you.
Now politicians wearing suitable-ties discuss the times that schools should be open, that hours should be longer, so more children will suffer.
See, our system is ******, we have people in charge of us that couldn't give a **** if we are happy or sad.
They just want more money to add, to their pockets. The *******.
So, it goes on. And don't you forget that girls last song.
That she didn't want to live on, that she'd rather be gone, than stay in a world where her heroes were dead and her enemies were in power.
When I was in school, there was a girl in my year who committed suicide. And for weeks before her English teacher had been putting her down, she was also being bullied, and failing her exams.
She had her whole life ahead of her, but all she could see was what was infront of her. She couldn't see past school and the world system.
I know that there are many more people out there who feel like she did, and I wish there was something that I could do about it.
Eloi
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Eloi  20/F/London
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     ---, Andrew Name and gray rain
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