Suicidal Lovers
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Sitting alone in the woods on my favourite branch, in the highest tree, looking into the night sky, thinking about my family. My mom, dad and two brothers all died in a car crash a couple months ago and now I have no one. I don't know any of my other family either or if I even have any other family. I haven't been handling it very well either, my arms are cut, my thighs are bruised and I have no tears left. I don't understand how so much pain can be brought to one person. At least it's spring break, I hate school. I don't have any friends, my teachers are constantly yelling at me, I'm always judged and I'll they know is my name, not my story. I am Luna Black and this is my story.
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