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[title] => Last Resort
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[bodytext] => She sits and listens to the lecturing it's like they're lecturing themselves like they aren't talking to her rather they are talk at her. Yes she knows she's a disappointment duh don't you think she already realized that? She thinks and tries to figure out how to change but realizes there is no way she can change the only solution is sitting there in front of her no,no rather there right there in her grasp then she sits and thinks- "should I or can I change?" but shes made her decision and finally she feels that cool blade against her skin feels the pain as it goes deeper and deeper but the deeper it goes the better it feels then it hits the vain and stops, looks around looks at the blood as it drips down her arm she thinks- "oh what a beautiful thing it is" then she looks around herself looks at all the things she'll be leaving then she looks in the mirror and she sees this girl "it's not me" she says her hair is messed up and in tangles her pale, tear streaked face it no longer has a smile "that's just not me" What she sees is ugly then she realizes she wants to go back but it's too late and everything goes dark she's gone, she's fallen and something falls out of her hand a photograph of the family that she will never have again now that she's taken away everything she's ever known and loved. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 168 [topic] => 36 [informant] => Ewin [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 3 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Suicide )
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