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by xX Toxic Cure Xx Jun 14, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
As he walked up to her doorsteps he wondered what to say. Let her understand I pray. He rings the bell and she opens the door. This isn't working out he says and she falls to the floor. This was nice while it lasted, but I cant take this anymore. He turns around, his back to the door. My heart has split in two, half belongs to you. But I just cant take this lie anymore, so what else can I do? I have to say goodbye. Please don't cry. He walks from the door and gets in his car. I love you, she whispers from afar. She turns her back to him and goes inside. Goes to cower, goes to hide. She gets out a knife and begins to trace her vein. A couple minutes later she feels no more pain. They find her dead among her things. The boy who broke her heart comes and some flowers he brings. He sits next to her cold dead corpse and whispers hes sorry. He finds a note and it reads don't worry. He closes his eyes and sees here there. He knows she still loves him, that she still cares.~~~please comment~~~