Dear Death

Dear Death

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Abigail Williams took a gun to her head March 12, 2013, in her bathroom. She didn't seem like that kind of person, she always was so happy to live every day. Her smile was what made everyone else smile. Her laugh was what made everyone else laugh. Her life was what made everyone else want to live. She never once portrayed herself as hurt but I suppose it's hard to see what's behind the thick skin she had.
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"Hey, it's ok...Just put the gun down." I watched with horrified eye's as Julian raised both of his hands in the air slowly taking hesitant steps toward his death. "Don't come any closer or I will shoot!" ~~~ The world contains good and bad. You either live your life in the good, or drown yourself in the bad. December never had a interview with death. She never had the color of strawberries on her fingers or the burning ache in her chest because of fear. She never had a day of tears and cries...Not until she met him. Her Hero.

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