Death is a pretty word.
It has a nice ring to it too.
I'm not going to school anymore.
The councilor tried to give me pills.
They were called antidepressants.
I got mad.
I'm not depressed.
I'm happy.
Raymond makes me happy.
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RomanceIt was dark out. Rainy. But it wasn't odd. Not many people were at his funeral. No one cried. WARNINGS: suicide, may trigger some people, the last couple chapters choked me up, so yeah. Sadnesssss. DISCLAIMER: This book was made from the top of...
