Hey! This is just something random I wrote. Enjoy!

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Her life in black and white. It's the same thing every day, nothing's ever different, never. She used to try to fool them, but not anymore. She's dead. You can clearly see her flesh, she's there. But her eyes are dead, that once joyous body contains no soul. She's forevermore an empty shell of what once was. She doesn't make eye contact, she just stares at the ground as she walks. When she seldom looks up, you expect to see blood streaming down her thin and pale face, but there just regular tears. People wonder how she's still breathing...it would be wrong to say "people wonder how she's still living" because she isn't living, she's dead...remember? She has no interest in anything anymore, not even music. She simply sits in silence starring off in to space - that's what she does with her free time. She barely eats; she sees no please nor point in it. One day, they pushed her too far. She ran out of school as fast as she could with tears streaming down her fragile face. She darted inside her house, knowing both her parents wouldn't be home because they were at work. She scrambled around the house, tearing through the drawers, scattering things out on the hardwood floor. She found it; a pen. She ripped a random piece of paper down from the fridge and wrote: "Goodbye. Don't miss me." She frantically grabbed a magnet and put it up on the fridge for her parents to see once they got home. She then reached for the nearest knife she could find and did the job. All her sorrows melted in the sticky crimson liquid. Say "So long" to the end.

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Yeah, I wrote this when I was going through a really hard time in my life. R&R!