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Rebekah some of these people who are saying kill yourself and dumb immature shit like that.. Are obviously stupid. You've been through so much I don't see how you did it your seriously my inspiration and I don't see how you did it how you put up with all of it at once but your my inspiration

Thank you. I love you so much. Whoever this is..I'm here for you. If you ever need anything just ask for my number and ill gladly give it to you. It's people like you who keep me going<3 thank you so much. I really needed this. You made my night.

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It's when you feel hopeless
When you give up
You hold the gun to your head
Mumble a small prayer
Close your eyes
Pull the trigger
The day before
You went to school
No friends
Nothing
Yet again you were pushed
Pushed to the edge
You fell apart inside
Your demon eating you alive
He wants you dead
That's all he wants
And now
He has his wish
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Hi don't judge I just wrote this ok andkkfkekckckkdk

Tell me a story?

Him
I could feel his warmth next to me. I knew he was there. I could here him breathing. He sounded so peaceful. I sat there listening. Watching. Observing. I didn't understand how I ended up with such a gift. He was beautiful. He had no flaws. And every time I think of him I realize how horrible it was to see him slip away. Once I start thinking I can't stop. It's like a fire in a field. One thought slowly leads to hundreds. Thousands. Millions. And then I shut down. Even though I know I can't bring him back I still pray and beg every night. I haven't gone one day without thinking about him. I always see him in my dreams. It's odd. He never with me he is just a stranger walking on the other side of the road. I see him and I yell and scream. He doesn't move. And then I see him in pain. Dying. I want to hold him but I can't get across the street. I tell myself run to him. But my legs don't move. Blackness slowly fades over my eyes and the dream turns to reality. I guess my whole life revolves around fantasy. I'm paranoid. I can't help it. No one can save me. I've attempted things. Dangerous life risking things but overall I don't care because he is not next to me. And I cannot feel his warmth. I can't hear him breathing. And every night I stare at the spot he use to lay and think; how was I so lucky to have such a beautiful gift.

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