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Jan 2018
She was just a normal little girl

As she grew up she started slipping away

There was no sparkle in her eye

Nor was there the sound of happiness in her voice

She grew to hate the things she loved most

She kept everything inside and let it slip by

She cried herself to sleep every night

And slid the blade across her pale white skin

She watched the blood drip down

But if someone noticed

She would blame it on the cat

Things were going down for her not really up

Her hand shook wild while she was writing her last words

She knew what she had to do next

She tied the rope around her neck

-Gillian Askeland
Gillian Askeland
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Gillian Askeland  17/F/Everywhere
(17/F/Everywhere)   
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