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Her Death was the Death of me

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She was and still is a huge part of my life. I should have stopped it, but how was I to know. If I did would i have the strength to tell her to stop, would I be able too. She had a smile of a million sun shines but I hadnt seen that in awhile. We were all worried about her, until that night. She called her mother and told her goodbye. Told her she would be seeing angels soon. When did she know she wanted to commit sucide, when did she know she had, had enough, when did everything come crumbling down. Her death was the Death of me, I lost an amazing friend and I can never tell her how much I wish i could have stopped her.





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