Bad Boy & The Suicidal Girl
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Last published Fri, Aug 4, 2017
He hasn't noticed me til the 11th grade year. I was about to jump when I was about to jump but got a phone call. It was my best friend. I answered and she told me I was worth it and I shouldn't take my life. She doesn't know but she really saved me. Now I know he was there and saw me almost jump.
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