It Wasn't Me Or Myself

It all started on a so fucking rainy day.
Everyone wanted not to get off of their beds.
Even for myself...
Though it was raining I had to report to Cafe D' Bollawhere the coffee shop where I used to work.
While I walking through the alleys, I heard that.
Oh! I forgot that my name is Shannah Jensen. 18 years for this September.
Everyone has their reasons to keep secrets, no one's innocent.
At this point of now, I'm a dead person! But I believe you wanna hear my story, isn't it?
I killed myself under the pressure that came from my body, mind, and soul. You may think I was an asshole to kill myself.
Yeah, I was kinda assohle to take myself from me!
But here you're ready to listen to my story very patiently.

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