Sparks

Sparks

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Of course I never planned on developing depression, I don't think anyone does. On paper I shouldn't be melancholy. Good parents, a sister, friends. Paper lies. People lie. Man, I am depressed. Anyway, I'm killing myself on December 31st, 1997. Not because I want pity, in fact, I want the opposite. I want people to forget me. ~Trigger Warning~ I'm writing this story for myself but bringing Wattpad on the journey!
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Forgetting something you know you're supposed to remember is very annoying, but what happens if that something or someone is important. Like let's say you forgot the guy your head of heels for and the supposed to be best friend that is apparently some psychopath trying to kill you. Oh and your living with the thought that the person you're supposed to be in love with is just a forgotten burnt memory which is tearing him apart to. It sucks severely because I can't even remember the damn day or my mother. I've lost everything I knew and loved. Let me start over. My name is Page and this is how I lost my memory and part of my life... What happens when hate and lies mix? Well let's just say things get dirtied red. (Is getting rewritten but feel free to read)

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