Uma garota suicida
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Eu estou morrendo sem ninguém ao menos perceber ...já não a mais vida em mim. Só Deus sabe o quanto eu tentei parar de me cortar mais eu sempre falhei eu sempre fracassei e agora eu estou desistindo.. sim eu estou desistindo de MIM.
EU SÓ QUERIA NÃO SER TÃO INÚTIL, EU APENAS NÃO QUERIA FAZER AS PESSOAS SOFREM TANTO POR MIM, MAS NÃO, EU SOU UMA IDIOTA !!! EU MESMO NÃO PERCEBENDO FAÇO AS PESSOAS SOFREREM, EU NÃO QUERO MAIS MAGOAR NINGUÉM, NÃO QUERO SER O MOTIVO DA LÁGRIMA DE NINGUÉM !!! - DESABAFO.
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