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Suicide

Thoughts become reality. Dreams become so clear. Cuts become too easy, And living is the biggest fear. I don't want to kill myself, But I so badly want to die. The note is written, And the pills are by my side. Nobody has tried to stop me, Nobody has seem to care, I'm not worth their time, But, oh, they're well aware. I'm sorry to my parents, I'm sorry to my friends, But it has come that time, Where this life has to end.
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jenna-andrews
American
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Mar 3, 2012
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