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I Could Die Any Minute Now
I could die any minute now. I have been hurt many times. At school, on the inside, on the internet. It hurts. Just a flash of my past can send me to tears. The pain we go through can make me want to die. I tried to die. What stopped me? Realisation. I remembered that I have people who care about me. I might not have more than 3 real friends, but 3 is more than 0. Even if I didn't have any friends, I still have my parents. Some people don't even have that. Somewhere, someone is all alone with weird feelings that could get them killed if anyone found out. That person might not have anyone to be with. That person could be alone, confused and broke. Why am I bringing this up? Because it's true. It's true and they're millions of teenage suicides in years upon years. Millions of people like us are so close to pulling that trigger, that if we flinch, we might pull it accidetly. Imagine this. You are in highschool and you have nothing. No money to get you lunch, clothing or utensils. Whereever you go people curse at you. They make you feel worse because they noticed you. You have nothing and they have everything. You can't even kill yourself your so poor. You get berated ever day. Why? Because they don't see you for you. They see you as trash. To them your a piece of sugar free cake that is sitting out in the sun, next to a restaurant because you're expired. They are the high quality cake with the cool designs. You think about what to do. Nothing, not even the faculty helps. You go to the roof of your school and jump. Why'd you jump? Because no one knew how hard it was for you. No one bothered to ask you about you. They judged you by your apperence, not your persoallity. I could die any minute now, but I will be happy. I will be happy because i've helped people stop from killing themselves. I'm glad I could save their life to sacrifice mine.

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This is gospel for the fallen ones
Locked away in permanent slumber
I want to help raise awearness for people to stop others from commiting scuicide