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Mar 2015
Wrists stained red.
All has gone to hell.
You picked me up.
When I fell.
I've Drowned.
Everything out.
The screams of my family.
Before I fell.
I went down.
Don't let me drowned.
Lost is now found.
My mom ran towards me.
And dropped to her knees.
I was gone...
My brother opened my diary.
With tears on his face.
He read the last entry aloud.
It said...
"I love my friends, family, and all...
But this has to end.
So I will fall.
Off the edge...
But this time i will be dead..."
Written by
Sad Case  19/F/Up On Mars
(19/F/Up On Mars)   
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     Iska, autumn ann melton and Sad Case
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