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she had no friends to talk to her parents were always gone and no matter what kind of chioces she made they'd tell her she was wrong she kept the feelings deep inside and the thoughts that she possessed until she couldn't take it anymore so to herself she confessed Her life was no longer worth living she thoguht no one would care and as she lay awake at night this pain she could not bear she slowly sat up on her bed and wished that she was dead she got up and she grabbed a gun and put it to her head she ended her life right then and there with no one to oversee as she closed the door that gave her life and threw away the key No longer on earth and unable to see her voice now can't be heard she now wished that she would have thought and wondered why this she preferred something that she did not know is that she had it all wrong that many people missed her once they found out she was gone for the people who ignored her what she did made them think that maybe if they had ever tried her life wouldn't have had to sink maybe if she would have changed maybe if once she decided to try then maybe she might still be alive and wouldn't have felt the need to die maybe if someone showed their love and acted like they cared then she might still be alive with joy, hope and love to share maybe if she wouldn't have made the things in life seem so bad then maybe she could have turned her life around and been happy for the life she had

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