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by Emily Aug 3, 2007 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
My best friend. Was a smart girl. Fell in love with the wrong kidds. And gave her a whirl. She loved this kidd. And he was great. And they were in love. I sweat he was her soul mate. But after nine months. He got bored. And left her. She lost her world. A best friend to so many. Through her heart away. And now she sad. Every minute of every day. So with a razor and a knife. She writes her notes. And gives god her life. As her mother finds her. Her dead body on the floor. She blames herself You hear a cry in that house once more.