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Ongoing, First published Feb 06, 2015
You know that the saddest thing is when you have no one. When you are in a crowd and you feel alone. It’s the worst feeling anyone could ever even imagine. It’s worse than dying. Knowing you have no one to help you our through the tough times. As time flies, people tend to forget about you. Tend to forget the pain that they caused. Forgetting that you even existed. They act like they care and cry when they hear your gone or go to your funeral and act like they care. I know this because I was there. I was there for it all. I was there for the good days and the bad. They all forgot. They all stopped caring. They just stopped.
	That is of course, it was someone that truly loved you. Those are the worst kind. They dwell in your death and can’t seem to move on. They seem to act like they are fine but in the inside that are dying a little each day. Telling you how important you were to them. No letting you go. Like me. I’m still stuck here. I thought that when I ended it all, I was gone and going to a better place. Well, that isn’t the case here. You see for those who may not know, I’m Lily and this is my story.
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when you need me most

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