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Nov 2017
No strength or hope for survival
These are the reasons why I'm suicidal

My first love, eighth grade it was
He gave me a high, gave me a buzz
Broke my heart, shattered and gone
I never recovered, but it's been all too long

My grandfathers death, 2015
He was a little old man, wise, kind, and keen
Died in his bed, on the second of June
I found out, not much past noon

My second love, a cute little nerd
He was very nice, so I had heard
He turned out to not be very nice
Our relationship was a sheet of thin ice
Easy to crack, hard to get back

My parents divorce, only a month back
I was upstairs when I heard them both snap
He started yelling, and she did too
I started crying and I turned to you
You weren't supportive, not one bit
I said goodnight, to get away from your ****

No strength or hope for survival
These are the reasons why I'm suicidal
Olivia Christine
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Olivia Christine  17/F/VT
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