I found some stuff in her Penulisan notebook, and I think its great. So in her honor here is some stuff...**I did not write any of this credit goes to IsabellaMCullen**
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I was raised in a loving home,
but all I was telah diberi was broken love.
I went to a small caring school,
but all I got were, broken bones, bruises, bumps, and an escort out.
I lived in a caring community,
but all I saw was tampered judgements, murder, lies, and pure hatred.
I grew up in a life loving town,
but I attended lebih funerals than birthday parties.
I have come to terms with all of these things,
but there is one thing I have yet to get past...
I have always put my belief into everyone else around me.
So why have anda yet to believe in me?
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"Every 16 minit in the U.S. someone dies from suicide...
And every 17 minit someone is left to make sense of it..."
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I was raised in a loving home,
but all I was telah diberi was broken love.
I went to a small caring school,
but all I got were, broken bones, bruises, bumps, and an escort out.
I lived in a caring community,
but all I saw was tampered judgements, murder, lies, and pure hatred.
I grew up in a life loving town,
but I attended lebih funerals than birthday parties.
I have come to terms with all of these things,
but there is one thing I have yet to get past...
I have always put my belief into everyone else around me.
So why have anda yet to believe in me?
*~*
"Every 16 minit in the U.S. someone dies from suicide...
And every 17 minit someone is left to make sense of it..."