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Sep 2013
The death was self inflicted.
I'm ending it tonight she said.
It flew over all our heads.
We dismissed her words
as she prepared to leave this world.
When her final minutes passed
We sat, we read, and we gasped.
As if we had no clue.
What she was about to do.
I'm ending it tonight she said.
Self inflicted.
I just want to be dead she said.
But we said unrealistic.
My childhood friend just committed suicide. She was posting online about how depressed she was and how she wished herself dead. But no one noticed or believed it. Her death could have been prevented.

Suicide help loss depression

Copyright © 2013 Isabelle
Isabelle
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Isabelle  USA
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