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3:02 pm.

Spoke to her today, she sounded bad , real bad ...like the sound of when all hope is lost. Here I am in tears. It's been years but I had no idea it had become this bad. I wish I knew ; but worst of all I wish there was something I could do.

I tried to sound strong for her, for the millions of times she did for me. But here I am, in tears. I wish I knew all these years how her troubles ran deep. How unhappy she was, but she was so good at hiding it. She would smile always so I wouldn't see how broken she was. Bad things had happened but she never sounded hopeless until today.

I feel like taking my own life , so I don't live to see her this sad. This unhappy , but that will be selfish. I couldn't put anymore sadness in her life.

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