A tear drops down her face, one by one as she thinks about "him," while she holds a gun. Images cross her mind as she pictures the good times. She can't take it anymore, so she shoots until she is on the floor. Before she died she wrote a note, she wanted to say... i love you all, but she also said how this is it. I don't want to live.... I can't bare seeing him with someone else. I want him but he an't tell... She ends her note with "I love you." Then leaves everyone without a clue... He doesn't even know what he has done. He just carries on not knowing she is gone.
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Depression Quotes.
PoesiaYes I am depressed. Yes my parents know. No I do not matter. Don't say anything about this to me if you know me.