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I'm gone.
I'm dead.
There's no going back.
Four years have passed.
Ronnie is now 17.
She started a club.
It's at her school dedicated for me.
It's called Secrets.
The club is for kids to speak their mind.
On post its.
So no can judge them.
They can say anything they want to or anything they needed to.
If they were Suicidal.
They always have someone to talk to.
That was my problem.
I didn't want to talk to anyone.
Everything was bottled up inside.
I acted like the happiest kid on earth.
I acted like I had the perfect life.
I played that happy character so well.
That I even began to believe it.
I would be so happy.
All day. Weird right?
But soon as I layed in bed, it hit me.
A little fight between me and dad.
Would have set me off.
But with everything bottled up inside for years my limit was reached.

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