It just gets worse and worse. I closed the blinds and shut my door. I know you are wondering why I am shutting you out. You want to believe I am getting better. But in reality I am doing nothing but decaying. My mind is decaying and it won't stop until it takes my body with it to the grave.
On that morbid note the note ended. I folded it carefully and opened the next one.
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The Funeral
Teen FictionMy brother committed suicide. At his funeral I didn't cry, I even left early. I did this because my brother already had a funeral. And he was there for it, and he was alive. He was holding my hand. We buried an empty shoe box, it symbolized his...
