Death

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To whomever cares,

You left me when I need you.

You never understood.

The scars were there.

You did not care.

The greed consumed you all.

Popularity.
Money.
Fame.

I was nothing.

Ugly.
Fat.
Loser.

You ignored the signs.

I wore short sleeves.

You saw the scars.

But
Stayed
Quiet.

For you did not want to risk your sweet reputation.

I let death win.

"You have so much to live for!"
I have nothing to live for.

Don't you dare come to my grave and say,
"I love you."
Because that's all it would have took.
All it would have took
For
Me
To
Stay.

Goodbye forever,
Emma <3

**I am not going to kill myself. This is an old note.**

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