Wed, 10/02/2013 - 17:03 -- DyaMari


 I want to leave.I want to escape.This life I got,How did I deserve this? Blade in hand.Tears running down my face.Should I?I don't know. I have a big enough closet,Rope is in the garage.Pills are in the medicine cabinet.My bedroom window could be an option. What if I was gone?Would I be missed? Would anybody notice?Am I even loved? Go away.Just leave me alone. Goodbye. 


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