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Aug 2013
She had the blade ready to cut her skin
The pills ready to burn her lungs
****.
*****.
Ugly.
Useless.
Stupid.
The words ran over and over again in her mind.
As she remembered all the things she was called,
She became more eager to end it all.
And as the last tear fell down,
And she let her last big breath go,
She thought "I'll finally be happy,
I'll be where I belong"
And that's how she ended all her pain and suffering.
That's how she ended her life.
ok so someone in ask.fm told me to make this and I decided to post it here ehe... =))
Alana
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Alana
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