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It’s my funeral today. I’m scared to go. After a couple hours, I’ll be on the ground with dirt on top of me. People will walk over me again. I’m scared to go to the afterlife. I’m showing up today and I want to give everyone hugs and tell them I’m still here! But I can’t. I’m gone. I’m pale with my makeup done and in my mother’s favorite dress that I owned. (I didn’t really like that dress) but that’s the dress I died in. I overdosed in that dress. I wanted my mom to see me one more time while I was still able to be held in her warm loving arms. I feel bad for passing the pain onto my parents. But they are strong. Whenever they see a white dove they will know it’s me. Time to go and see all the crying faces that made me do it. There are so many people. Even the mean girls are crying. The jocks who used me and called me a **** is crying. I miss them actually. I want to give everyone in the room a hug and tell them I’m still here! But I can’t because it’s too late. -Gillian Askeland
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Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
The Funeral
It’s my funeral today. I’m scared to go. After a couple hours, I’ll be on the ground with dirt on top of me. People will walk over me again. I’m scared to go to the afterlife. I’m showing up today and I want to give everyone hugs and tell them I’m still here! But I can’t. I’m gone. I’m pale with my makeup done and in my mother’s favorite dress that I owned. (I didn’t really like that dress) but that’s the dress I died in. I overdosed in that dress. I wanted my mom to see me one more time while I was still able to be held in her warm loving arms. I feel bad for passing the pain onto my parents. But they are strong. Whenever they see a white dove they will know it’s me. Time to go and see all the crying faces that made me do it. There are so many people. Even the mean girls are crying. The jocks who used me and called me a **** is crying. I miss them actually. I want to give everyone in the room a hug and tell them I’m still here! But I can’t because it’s too late. -Gillian Askeland
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17/F/Everywhere
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 12:29 PM UTC
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