Some Sad Stories

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As she looked out her bedroom window, she looked for the stars that shines brighter then her soul. She always wanted to help she became a Leo in the Lions Organization so she could help almost everyone it filled her with joy making people smile and happy, they say she marches into wherever she goes like a solider hoping to help before something worse happens. She worked and work even to the point of passing out but no one could see behind the walls she build of bright smiles and cheery eyes. They couldn't see she was dying that she plotted her death every single fucking night and it killed her. Her best friend tried to help the best he could but he couldn't no matter how happy he made her it only last for a moment. She hopes that he cherishes those moments because she can't see herself going farther, but somehow she does. As she was thinking about the stars and how bright they shined she saw a shooting star and her wish always being the same 'I hope for everyone I love and care about to be happy even if it's without me because it will end soon' her 11:11s the same exact thing. Her dog walked into the room, jumped onto her bed and curled down next to her. She wondered what would King do without her, her sister fed them in the afternoon and she fed them in the morning. She hated every thing and no she may not have it the worst but that doesn't mean her problems don't matter. She hated the fact everyone took advantage of her. She closed her eyes she could feel the sob trying to escape, a tear went down her cheek she tried not to cry but couldn't help it. She looked at her blades and grabbed the sharpest she cut her ankle because who liked feet then she cut her hips because they were too big. She looked at all her flaws and cried.
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She hasn't killed herself she keeps living the way she was broken with walls built higher then the sky. Her best friend stopped being her friend and she got left alone, she sat in the courtyard listening to her old friends crack jokes she brakes into more and more pieces everyday and there is nothing she can do but watch as she slowly dies.

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So I kinda okay like 90% based this off on me right now and it's terrible it truly is I used to feel at the top of the world with my friends then they all left and I have no desire to carry on this book so I figured make a little short story after a year this is summed up so this book is done and probably never going to make another one but thank you for over 800 close to 900 votes, over 19k reads and over 40 comments this really makes me feel better but I think I am just going to stick to reading after this so talk to you later possibly and if you need help contact me I don't get notifications from wattpad even though I have them on so. If you ever need to talk to someone I am here for you. I reply about a day or two later if you message me on here. You can also text home/hello to 741741 for help it's called Crisis Text Line. If you want Shane Koyczan is an amazing poet 'Trolls' and 'The Crickets that have arthritis' or the name is something like that are two of my favorites but anyways I love you all so thank you everyone who supported me for almost 2 years I am so grateful and couldn't ask for better people! And you guys are all beautiful to me no matter what I will always love you guys.