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Jan 2012
Blood shedding,
But this time it's different.
It bleeds in a shape.
The word "die"
The word will last forever,
Forever carved into my leg.

Suicide all around,
Two in one week.
Will I be next?
No.
Mother says it's selfish.
Cannot disappoint mother.

Will anyone save me?
Will anyone hear the call?
Will anyone stop me?

No.
I'm on my own.
I need to be strong.
I will push through.

For who?
Not I.
No.
Everyone else.
I cannot disappoint.
Jenna Andrews
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