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by Rhiannon Sep 10, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
I can't be the perfect child that you want me to be, even though i have tried so many times before. I have learned that all i can be is me. Somehow that doesn't phase you. I put so much work into fighting with you, but you could care less. This is my suicide note, Heres my blade, and heres my skin, This is the last night you will see my tear stained face. This is my goodbye... The blood is starting to flow now, I'm getting woozy, soon everything goes black By: Rhiannon Lee