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You're gone, you're dead, there's no going backEhem, please read;
You're sitting at your desk, in your room, and you know it's time to go. You've said that to yourself over a million times, but this time you know, for sure, that it's time. You're tired… you're so tired of everything you have been putting up with in your life. You're parents pissed you off, like school wasn't bad enough today.. You go to get the rope because you're that desperate to leave. You're ready. You think of it as some game… the first one dead is the one who wins. No ones home, it's the perfect time. You're ready. If you don't do it now, you're gonna look down on yourself even more, forever. You're going to hate yourself even more. No one knows, no one will know… until later on. Instead of getting a paper and a pen, you get the video camera, along with a chair and a rope. You're standing on the chair now...You're gone instantly and there will be no noise, or anything. One side of the rope is tied to the top of your fan, while the other is already around your
i'll love you if you read my story~~~Hey guise :3 Erm, I made a short story
It honestly sucks ass, but I don't give two shits C:
Welp, in the story, the guy and girl are both 15. That's honestly all I'm gonna say.
You'll catch on quite quickly if you read the whole damn thing.
Hope you enjoy~~~ lol please don't judge.
I'm way better at writing than this piece of shit:
"Shh.." Skylynn whispered. She pulled her finger from her lips and put her right arm down by my left. I wanted to grab her hand and say that everything's going to be all right. But it wasn't. Her father was coming through the doorway, drunk as ever. Straggling behind him were the laughs of a drunk woman.
As always, Skylynn had told me her father comes home drunk almost every night, with a woman he's met at the bar or club, and brings her home. Skylynn hides in the pantry, filled with warm beer, wine, and foul smelling cheeses, of the kitchen while her father, and the unknown woman, stumble into the house and drag themselves upstairs to his room.
By this t
a dangerous hallucinationThe light coming through the window was bright,
much too bright.
Even though my eyes were closed
I could see it-
The skin of my arms prickled,
sweat dripped from my brow.
It was two in the afternoon but…
the sun was setting
through the window facing east.
I should have seen the hutch,
shelves lined with bone china
decorated with delicate leaves and vines.
I was so thirsty
and reaching for cups that should have been there.
Instead I found a billboard of butterflies,
the colors raging
more than any rainbow
I'd ever seen.
Their wings fluttered and flashed
yet somehow they moved in slow motion.
I wanted to stand,
wanted to reach out and touch them but…
I couldn't move,
and yet I laughed
ignoring my dry mouth
and the tingling in my feet.
There was a tempest
on the rise
and in my blood.
A sugar rush disguised
as a riot of butterflies
and they were swarming me.
There was a small vial
of insulin in my pocket
that I nev
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