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Contributed by deathwriter on Saturday, 13th March 2004 @ 01:36:19 AM in AEST
Topic: Suicide



She was sitting there with so many thoughts running through her head. All she could think about was him and that wonderful day they spent together. After class everyone told her that he didn’t really love her and everything was a joke. All this broke her fragile heart because she really belived he loved her. She went home at sat alone, crying. No one was there to comfort her like there used to be. She slit up her wrists because she belived that moment which was just about the hapiest moment in her life…was a myth. He came by after school to tell her he really did love her..and everything people were saying were lies. But when he got there..he clothes and her were covered in blood…she had committed suicide. He fell to his knees, crying into is hands, when he noticed a blood covered note laying in the crimson red puddle with the girl’s last words reading, “I truly did love him.”




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by ladyfawn on Saturday, 13th March 2004 @ 02:44:02 AM AEST
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ooooh very moving piece and sad.............. hugs n' love nessa


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by TwEeK on Sunday, 14th March 2004 @ 12:19:44 PM AEST
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very emotional, almost made me cry, cause i can relat a little to this,




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