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Nov 2017
Sad
You look down at the ground. Saying yes I'm okay. Trying not to scream out and cry. You hide the tears and run too the bathroom and slam the door so that no one can see you cry. You pull the cushion over your face as you scream, hopping no one enters your room and see you crying. You take the blade in your hand ready to make those marks. You hold the gun next to your head. You fall on your knees hopping not to fall apart. You tie the rope, tears rolling down your face. You pick up that pen ready to write that letter.

But why?
In a few years you won't even remember the things that are bordering you right now.
You will be sitting on the couch watching TV with your soulmate next to you. Seeing your children run around and smile and laugh.
Why do you even bother crying about such a little thing. And yes I know it is hard but my darling so are YOU!
Look into your eyes and say. I am going to be okay. Maybe not today or tomorrow but one day. God will hear your prayers. And he will bless you. Remember life is like a bow and arrow. The more you get pulled back the faster you go forward.
Remember life is like a bow and arrow. The more you get pulled back the faster you go forward.
Chantal Vermeulen
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Chantal Vermeulen  16/F/Namibia
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