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Think before you speak بقلم heggz_xoxo
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i feel بقلم oh-dear
oh-dear
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please vote and comment :)
Song Of Suicide بقلم em_marie_writes
em_marie_writes
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No Last Goodbye بقلم P1nkP3rfect_28
P1nkP3rfect_28
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yes im fine بقلم oh-dear
oh-dear
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fine can mean alot
Within two hours بقلم NachiaVangg
NachiaVangg
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When you just feel like trash and you just can't take it anymore. Always sitting alone in the back of class, no one to talk to. Feeling less and less weaker each day. Got skinnier because you're tired of being judge "fat" or trying to get taller by eating healthy food, drinking milk and exercising. Tired of everything that you turn to the only answer you think there is which is "suicide" . You're just sitting there with a razor bleeding and crying for help gasping for air but nothing comes out.
Your Mistake (INCREDIBLY SLOW UPDATES) بقلم secrets000
secrets000
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Riley Smith belongs to a world that is unlike any other. She has struggled with fitting into this world and has had her ups and downs but as she returns to it, she discovers all is not as it was when she left.
is it still a joke now? بقلم oh-dear
oh-dear
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The utter most inner thoughts and feelings of one who has but no other way to express them and therefore without a pen a paper she very much may spontaneously combust in an explosion of secrets bottled up for far far too long. : )
nameless بقلم kennacranor1239
kennacranor1239
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I was nameless The only names I was called was loser or stupid or something else. I never had a true name. Growing up in rosewood was hard, moving there was worse. Living in a group home didn't help either. But here I was. One more year and I could leave, I just needed too get through one more year.