No one talks to her, she feels so alone, She’s in too much pain to survive on her own, The hurt she can’t handle overflows to a knife, She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life, Each day she goes on is a day that she is brave, Fighting the lie that giving up is the way, Each moment of courage her own life she saves, When she throws the pills out, a hero is made...
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the person is my great-grandmother. she dies the other day and her funeral is frieday and I'm going.
I know what you mean about MEA's. AAAHHHH!!! lol
awww, im sorry. and im glad tht they r almost ovr!
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