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Nov 2018
I was at the edge of the cliff
Ready to jump
I looked at you
Hoping you'd try to stop me
You looked at me and sighed
Because you were tired
Of trying to help me
By the time you took a single step forward
I was already plummeting
Towards the ground.

Everytime I told you I was going to commit suicide I didn't end up doing it.
This time I did and you didn't help
Goodbye.
Written by
Erin Johnson  18/F
(18/F)   
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