August 30, 2011
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as she stands infront of the mirror she cries. She cries about the past mistakes. and she cries about the future she'll never see. She thinks this is the best choice but i know better. Bottles of pills on the floor. Razor by the bed. I watch through the mirror as she takes her last breathe. I cry with her in those last few seconds of life.

As i take her soul up to heaven i realize Guardian Angels aren't always enough.

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