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i told my parents that i didn't wanna live anymore they looked at me like i just told a joke They said you're only 13 how can you decide that you don't wanna live anymore I went to my room and i thoughed if they don't give a fuck than i got nothing to live for, maybe they're happier without me so i surched for pill and any sambucca and i stole my fathers knife i thought if i cut myself i would be dead and if i swallow that pills an if i drink that whole bottle i'm dead
but i'm still here for some reason
but i'm still here for some reason
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| Auteur: -just-another-broken-soul- | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Christa | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 05 mei 2011 | ||
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