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Jun 2017
The end will be beautiful it will be colorful it will be my last nap. When i take my blade and slowly deeply slide into my wrist and as blood streams out i will not stop I will not back down i will cut over and over and over again until my body grows weak and then i will lay down and for once in my life forget everything… forever. And that is the end the beautiful end, when i cease to exist.
Olivia Vasquez
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Olivia Vasquez  15/F/hopatcong
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