Hello there, my name is Paris. I'm guessing you can tell that my story didn't have the happiest of endings. I died shortly after turning the young age of thirteen. The impacts of my decision would leave my family in shock, and my best friend Monica in total shambles. Now we all have our story and I know that mine could've been a lot worse, but when your mind is nothing but grey, it's hard to see the light that existence gives off. As a child, I suffered from the loss of my mother, watching my father slowly become an abusive alcoholic, to growing up and attending different schools where no one wanted me, and so much more. I'm not looking for you to take pity upon me; I've already received enough of that. I simply want to share my story because as soon as your dead.. That's the only real time that I found that people really care enough to listen.
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