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Aug 2015
The pain, the anger, the guilt, the crying, the emptiness, and the loneliness doesn't ever go away. The memories will always be stuck in my head. So I wrap the rope just a little tighter every time I remember and then I kick the chair over, close my eyes and forget everything for a split second, because I'd rather die from a rope around my neck than from my pain and misery.
Am I the only one who feels this way?
Ashley Kuhl
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Ashley Kuhl  Missouri
(Missouri)   
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