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I found out today that my friend had attempted suicide.
When I saw her, I came up close and hugged her, gave her the belated birthday card. She was smiling like always. And then she lay it on us thick.
She had been out of school for awhile, but we assumed she was sick.
"I'm depressed, so I don't think they'll make me do my work." Turns out she spent the time in the hospital, after her parents locked away the knives. She still got to herself. But she kept on smiling.
Was she smiling as the blood ran down her wrists?
Don't Leave Me
