After I Kill Myself
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" after I kill myself, I could not unkill myself back. What's done was done. "
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Being such a weakling, I was unable to fight against the bullying in school. Despite having the best best friend in the world supporting my back and protecting me, despite the words of encouragements and compliments my family always said to me, I killed myself.
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This is a story of 'me' killing 'myself' and returned home to see the reactions of the people who truly loved me only to find out that what I've done was too late to be undone.
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