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There once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature often left her hanging by a thread. It's ironic that she was forced to comfort him for the idea of her leaving him filled him with dread. If he knew the impact of his later betrayal, he might not have been misled. She was breaking apart and falling down. From her heart the darkness spread. Bitterness clouded her judgment. Mentally she had already excessively bled. In the end, she snapped. As for the rest, I can't say. That day it was raining, cold, and gray. Her parents wept; her friends, they cried. Her younger sister kept asking, "Why did she die?" They didn't answer, couldn't reply. They didn't know the truth and couldn't bear to lie. They went on a search, a bit of a quest. And what they found shocked even those who knew her best. Now that she's gone, it was clear she was depressed. Truth be told, she was simply upset. But her pain ran much deeper than they ever believed. A soul as fragile as an autumn leaf. Ignorantly pretending that nothing was wrong, thinking she was only going through a phase. Unaware that behind the mask she put on, she was trapped in a crowded never-ending maze. This is the story of a selfish girl who shall remain unnamed. There is no winner of this story. Both sides are ultimately to blame. The next time you're dealing with others, think before you act or speak. You never know if the next person you accidently treat like crap will be driven over the edge. A delicate imbalance. Someone like me.

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There once was a girl who hated the world because of the pain within. On the outside she appeared just fine. But her sanity was wearing thin. Pain and hate and guilt were hidden deep inside her mind. But it grew and increasingly she broke down from time to time. No one knew of her burdens since she hid them very well. No one would've ever guessed that soon she'd say her last farewell. Her family expected too much from her and spoke in an indifferent and hypocritical way. She felt worthless and useless and stupid and ashamed. It was the same cycle every day. Her friends provided little comfort for they were all rather opinionated. Their disregard to her when she tried to speak out left her lonely and suffocated. The only person that she believed she loved was manipulative and played games with her head. His unpredictable schizophrenic nature often left her hanging by a thread. It's ironic that she was forced to comfort him for the idea of her leaving him filled him with dread. If he knew the impact of his later betrayal, he might not have been misled. She was breaking apart and falling down. From her heart the darkness spread. Bitterness clouded her judgment. Mentally she had already excessively bled. In the end, she snapped. As for the rest, I can't say. That day it was raining, cold, and gray. Her parents wept; her friends, they cried. Her younger sister kept asking, "Why did she die?" They didn't answer, couldn't reply. They didn't know the truth and couldn't bear to lie. They went on a search, a bit of a quest. And what they found shocked even those who knew her best. Now that she's gone, it was clear she was depressed. Truth be told, she was simply upset. But her pain ran much deeper than they ever believed. A soul as fragile as an autumn leaf. Ignorantly pretending that nothing was wrong, thinking she was only going through a phase. Unaware that behind the mask she put on, she was trapped in a crowded never-ending maze. This is the story of a selfish girl who shall remain unnamed. There is no winner of this story. Both sides are ultimately to blame. The next time you're dealing with others, think before you act or speak. You never know if the next person you accidently treat like crap will be driven over the edge. A delicate imbalance. Someone like me.