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So, You've Decided to read

My tragic tale

Of a girl who loved, lived, cried, and died.

A girl who could be lonely

In a sea of people.

A girl who could be lonely,

But not alone.

A girl who acted like she was fine

But was depressed all along.

She loved life, hated it too.

She could never bring herself to live it out.

She could never have continued

To kill herself slowely

By living.

So she killed herself fast,

With the use of a rope and a high bar in the basement.

Do you want to keep reading?

I, for one,

Don't care if you do.

It's nice to get it off my shoulders.

The weight of the world might not be lifeted,

But the weight of my death, of myself,

Just might be.

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