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A bitch, a whore , a slut they wonder why she cuts? As she picked up the blade she thought the scares that covered her arms and legs would never fade but they did making it easier to forbid untill one day the last words standing on the tip of her tongue were never spoken. As she fell to the ground her parents banging on the door she locked hoping no one would notice her sadness or the pain in her big beutifull purple eyes as the blood from her arms and legs pooled around her on the bathroom floor and now they could see why she always had a frown on her face.The next day her friends cried and sobed asking the dead limp body of the young girl they once called there best friend till death they would stick side by side causing trouble for everyone the bullies regreted everything that they had ever said to her but they can't take back the words that infested the dark depths of her mind. Everyone's face had a frown and they were crying over the loss of the person they hated with a passion and the one they had a crush on , the one they were dating was lowered into the ground and no one would ever hear her last words that stood at the tip of her tongue. Bitch , bitch , looser freek they all called her never thinking about what the conscience would be in the end but as this last thought ran threw there head one person spoke up and said " you were like a million dreams in the galaxy and I'm just a silent sigh and I wish I was worthey of your presents , to hold you in my arms when you cried , to make the pain in your life to disappear from your mind forever and ever but they never truly did" as he had said this he went home and wrote that note and laid it in front of his parents bedroom and walked silently into his room shuting and locking it he slowly picked up the shining silver blade taped to the bottom of his desk and he made slits on his arms and legs as he fell to the ground his parents banging on the door

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