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by casey Jul 15, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
Its dark outside, and he's all alone, walking through the woods, slowly running away from home. stopping to rest, he watches the stars, and he looks at that blade, then makes another scar. he awakes to the sound, of loneliness all around, and this is what convinces him, to pull himself of the ground. after walking all day, he decides to stop, as the sun goes down, he begins to sob. he looks at his watch, its 7:49 tonight, he decides it has to be now, he's going to end his fight. he grabs the loaded gun, places it in his mouth, pulls the trigger, then watches the blood pour out. he was born 15 years ago, to this very night, the exact same time and day, his soul has taken flight.