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Today I died. I thoughtlessly decided no body cared about me, ran to my room, opened the drawer and took out a bottle. I only had to drink it for a short while before the bottle fell with a smash; and my life as I knew it was a thing of the past.

As I sat up in the caring clouds grateful I had died, I watched my old life from the view of an eagle’s eye. I wondered how my family and other people I was surrounded by would react to my sudden suicide. I didn’t think they would really care that I had died, even after all the tears for them I had cried.

First I decided to look upon my family; I wanted to hear what spiteful words they were saying about me. But to my surprise they were saying no words. But wait, I’m gone, you can bad mouth me now, you no longer have to fake it; and yet they are trying their hardest to fight back tears but couldn’t quite make it, as they looked at pictures of me taken over the years. This isn’t right what’s going on? I thought they didn’t love me, how could I have been wrong? I know dying was no mistake. It was my own life, free for me to take.

So I decided to look upon the people at my school. I know no one liked me there, I wasn’t cool. But again to my surprise when I looked in, all I could hear was their painful cries. These people are crying their eyes out for me; people who I once thought were cruel as the devil. Was my suicide a mistake? Was it a choice I should have chosen not to take? I thought no one loved me, but now I see that is not true. I am like a foolish child who ran before it was her turn. And now I can do nothing more then weep in the heavens above, for I now realize I was truly loved.

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Today I died. I thoughtlessly decided no body cared about me, ran to my room, opened the drawer and took out a bottle. I only had to drink it for a short while before the bottle fell with a smash; and my life as I knew it was a thing of the past.

As I sat up in the caring clouds grateful I had died, I watched my old life from the view of an eagle’s eye. I wondered how my family and other people I was surrounded by would react to my sudden suicide. I didn’t think they would really care that I had died, even after all the tears for them I had cried.

First I decided to look upon my family; I wanted to hear what spiteful words they were saying about me. But to my surprise they were saying no words. But wait, I’m gone, you can bad mouth me now, you no longer have to fake it; and yet they are trying their hardest to fight back tears but couldn’t quite make it, as they looked at pictures of me taken over the years. This isn’t right what’s going on? I thought they didn’t love me, how could I have been wrong? I know dying was no mistake. It was my own life, free for me to take.

So I decided to look upon the people at my school. I know no one liked me there, I wasn’t cool. But again to my surprise when I looked in, all I could hear was their painful cries. These people are crying their eyes out for me; people who I once thought were cruel as the devil. Was my suicide a mistake? Was it a choice I should have chosen not to take? I thought no one loved me, but now I see that is not true. I am like a foolish child who ran before it was her turn. And now I can do nothing more then weep in the heavens above, for I now realize I was truly loved.