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Nov 2020
The day I realized I wanted to die I felt as if all the light of the world had fled from me.
In front of me lied my own hopes, murdered.
The flowers withered with me, I could no longer be considered beautiful.
The day I wanted to die never stopped.
Stephanie
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Stephanie  22/F/Falling for pretty eyes
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