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I would be suicidal,
but I'm too afraid to die. I looked into the mirror, what I saw made me cry. A face was looking back at me, a face I should have known. The saddest smile of a human life that has finally come un-sewn. I would be suicidal, but I'm too afraid to die. I looked at all my family, what I saw made me cry. A mother too caught up in work, to see her child's hurt. A sister too beat up at school to see the life she's worth. I would be suicidal, but I'm too afraid to die. I looked into my soul, what I saw made me cry. A girl too strong to give into pain. A life to dear to waste. The motivation to see this through, despite the crippling pain.
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