Giving Up on Life

April 17, 2016

Her heart was stolen.

Her friends lost.

Her boyfriend dumped her, over text message.

Her soul grieving...

Christ save her now!

She has no will...

“My power is fading my dear.” she whispers.

“I have no one and nothing to live for. So why

should I try when it

wouldn't matter to anyone?

I live for the thrill? What thrill?

This isn't life! It's hell

on earth instead of in it's barren core inside...

Life has no meaning to me anymore...”

That little girl isn't her. She was forever lost. Her family is forever sorry for this...

Her soul was soon lost.

Her heart was crushed.

Each day she grew weaker and WEAKER!

GONE...

She's now gone.

Her, what's left,

is in piece(s)

with the lord.

Her suffering is finally over.

She had no effect on humans.

No one knew...

No one helped...

Now she's GONE...

She cried for help,

but no one answered...

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