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Chapter One1Chapter One
Alex could hear nothing but the drip coming from the faucet in the tub. She sat quietly still with the candles lit around the entire tub. The water felt so warm and numbing to her tortured soul.
The razor she intended to use to take her life lay to her right looming large in the candle light. “Up the road, not across” she heard herself say. She closed her eyes and leaned back all the way into the inviting fragrant water.
They say that people who commit suicide are in such pain that they just want to make it end. It is not the pain, it is the numbness that they want to end. All they really want i
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"Wouldn't you like to know are names?"
"Can't Imagine how it would matter."
-Willy Wonka, Tim Burton
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you wont remember my name, til it's written in stone.
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Love, Love, Love-
That is the soul of a genious.
~Mozart
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you wont remember my name, til it's written in stone.
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