-WHY?..IS THE QUESTION U SHOULD BE ASKING-

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I sat there......quiet.....nothing but a broken beating heart was making a sound. I hug my legs, a tear rolls down my cheek ,my eyes start to turn red. I wipe away the tears with my sleeve. I stand up , before I starts to walk I take a deep breath. I look around to try to find something, anything to help me unlock the heavy door that is right in front of me , I find nothing *what am I going to do?, I cant stay in here forever..* I think ,I turn my head and see a broken window the glass shards on the floor *what if I just end it...take away the pain no one can ever take away...do I really want to?.. I can if I want* I think to myself. I turn my head back around *no not today I cant.... I have to be strong* I think again. I grab a shard of glass and try to pick a lock . It breaks in my hand "shit" I say as I open my hand to see the wound . As the thick red blood came out of the cut I stare at it , and remember why...why I'm in here ,how I became what I am.....

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