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In fifth grade, they called me gay. In sixth, they called me *** In eigth, I tried to end my life for the first time. The second time shortly after. In ninth, I came to grips with my sexuality. I tried to end my life for the third and fourth time. My parents told me that I wasn't going to heaven. In tenth, I lost all of my friends and found my first love. I fell in love with a broken CD. The sharp edges would tear my skin like paper. That year I tried for the fifth and sixth time. Present day, I'm in love with someone but they don't know yet. My last attempt, number 7, was more than a year ago.
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
The Killing
In fifth grade, they called me gay. In sixth, they called me *** In eigth, I tried to end my life for the first time. The second time shortly after. In ninth, I came to grips with my sexuality. I tried to end my life for the third and fourth time. My parents told me that I wasn't going to heaven. In tenth, I lost all of my friends and found my first love. I fell in love with a broken CD. The sharp edges would tear my skin like paper. That year I tried for the fifth and sixth time. Present day, I'm in love with someone but they don't know yet. My last attempt, number 7, was more than a year ago.
#suicide#depression#new#forward#moving#leaf
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May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 1:15 AM UTC
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