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Jan 2018
I am sad,
But more than sad,
I am angry.

I am angry,
that you did what you did.

That you left me behind.
Left all of us behind.

You held my hand and said we would get through it.
Together.

We were both struggling.

We were both going through the same thing.

We both had the same thoughts.

The only difference between us was
That you drank the pills.
And I didn’t.
Some commit suicide to free themselves from what this world did to them. But us who are left behind are now trapped in it.
Angie Marcano
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Angie Marcano  23/F/PR
(23/F/PR)   
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