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Sitting in his closet he stares at the knife thinking it will remind him of how he used to cry.He forgot how to cry a long time ago,and he misses the feeling.Hes tired of the pressure hes had on his shoulders since he was five,tired of worrying of how hes gonna take care of his younger sister. Hes now fifteen and hes fed up with his parents screams,the arguing at night,the drugs, the lies.now his sister has died.He has no meaning in this world,he has a broken life,and still his tears he can not find.He takes the knife and stares at it in his hands.Without hesitation he makes up his mind.Hes going to go through with suicide,but instead of slitting his wrist he cuts his throat.Now he lies dead with those thoughts out of his head.