today in class my teacher made an announcement 3 of us will attempt suicide in the next 4 years. It is a statistic Do I count? one of the three. I sigh, oh the blessed trinity we will be, who are my grey sisters? Will any of us succede? Will we whisper our lives away? What do you want me to say? Do you wish for me to put my head down and cry, to be ashamed? No, I am not ashamed. but I am not proud. Suicide is my calling and oh does she call all time Sometimes I, well most of the time I do not remember I do not say to myself every morning I have attempted suicide That's just plain silly. The girl who broke her leg in the seventh grade does not wake up everyday and say I am the girl who had a broken leg, no I do not do that either But sometimes in converation I am reminded of it and i grow suddenly sad for a girl who no longer exists. I didn't murder her, she didn't run away, she just faded. My poppy, my lovely faded away I wish I could tell her I love her, but sometimes not everything can be accomplished though this girl has no marker (for i've buried her in my heart) she will always be remembered and honored and she will always (even though she doesn't know it ) be loved.Birth sign: Not entered
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