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She always said that she needed me. But the way she acted a month before her suicide said something else. She never listened to me anymore. She was always angry and she always laughed at me. I found it hard to just give up on her so I was always with her I knew something was not right, so I stayed with her I told her over and over I loved her. I begged her to go for help. I begged her to love herself again. The day before she died, she told me that she would go to the doctor, she told me she would try again, she lied.
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Goodbye ✔️
Short StoryGoodbyes are arts of sadness. ---------------------------------------- I was the one who walked in her room at the first light to wake her with coffee in my hands. I was not surprised I found her dead.
