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It had seemed like any other day on the outside. She knew how to hide her feelings well. It was something she had done all her life. She walked around that day, her face seemed set in stone. Void of any kind of emotion. She came home that day and got on her computer like usual. After talking with several people she began to become very depressed as it had been something that was happening a lot lately. However, tonight it was hurting more than usual. She hugged the friends she had been talking with online. Told them how great of friends they had been to her. She then said "-smiles- brb.." but she never came back. She was found dead an hour later, leaning back in her chair, arms over the sides, two large gaping slashes going down the center of each wrist, dripping a puddle of blood on to the floor. There was no reviving her. She was gone....her last words "I'm sorry....".


"I'm sorry". Two words...words that she had constantly used every day of her life. She was always saying sorry to someone...even if it wasn't her fault and she wasn't even involved....she felt like she was always the one to blame.....and no one had ever made her think different...