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by crazycarebear Oct 24, 2009 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
The bottles of pills are empty, Scattered across the floor. The knife is red and bloody. a note's taped to the door. She sits there with a smile, Thinking this will stop the pain. She laughs and closes her eyes. They will never open again.
by Enigma
=] good job