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by Baby Rainbow Oct 25, 2015 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Sipping vodka, I pour myself another drink, wondering why pretty hurts and only love looks beyond the skin. So many people just like me, their souls escaping this world every day, no more abusing, no more pain to be endured. Sipping vodka, I pour myself another drink, ready to start a new life, becoming Suicide's wife. And as I say goodbye to this cruel world, I smile upon my face with peace, for I was not afraid to die. Saffie 24 10/10/15
by Effusive
Nice Maybe the fear of death is justifies when you want to kill yourself for someone else's misdeed.