Sunday Pt3 My Peace Pt2

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I started walking to my destination.......


Finally, I got there. 

Mom was buried under a great big Oak Tree, my father was buried beside her. I remember the funeral, the gun, the speeches, the pain, the tears. I remember it. BITCH! DUMB ASS! SLUT!  instead of going on walks, I used to just come here and cry. EMO! CUTTER! SKANK! Looking at the tree, I smile. Why don't we just climb the tree instead?  GO CRY TO MOMMY! Since it's just a tree, I don't need a harness. I put a knot in the rope that's big enough for my waist. FREAK! CUNT! RETARD! The branch is to high up. So, I grab a rock and stand on it. I HOPE YOU DIE! Now I can tie the other side of the rope to the branch. KILL YOURSELF! My smile grows wider when I put my head through the loop end of the rope and kick the rock away..... They can read my note now......

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