She was having the day that you never want to go through.
As she was walking down the long street. Staring off at the fences, grass, flowers, bushes, trees, water.

All she wanted was someone to know how she felt. As she touched the rough skin of the fence. She saw the face. Someone knew how she felt. He couldnt talk or hear her. But he knew how she felt. She knew it. She smiled as if it clicked.

After she got home she decided that it life wasnt so bad if you always had someone there to hear you out and know how your feeling. Suicide is boldNOTbold the answer.
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