Poisoned

Poisoned

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"I'm a depressed person, don't know what to do with my life there's no point to it. My family beats me my friends stab me in the back and the wounds will never be healed. I feel like I need some closure from somebody maybe love... No...yes... I can't love is just mist you can never find it. Sometimes I feel like killing other people just so they can feel the pain I have went through, I dream about killing every night but never actually get myself to do it. Maybe it's the problem with I never get out to maybe just push somebody in front of a bus while there waiting to walk across the road. My mom drinks I wish I could kill her, it would make my life so much easier but I know if I did I would be in a foster home and there worse than this now. Maybe I should run away that would solve all my life problems." Haha maybe if I we're dead she thought rudely.
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