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Riktigt namn: Linda Civilstatus: Ensam
Läggning: Bisexuell
Intresse: Musik
Bor: Med någon
Politik: Hemligt
Dricker: Vin
Musikstil: Allt
Klädstil: Blandat
Medlem sedan: 2009-10-08

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The lyrics came into his head over and over again.
"Sometimes I wish I were an angel" For him it meant flying free in the sky.
To leave this place was his biggest wish. He felt like he had nothing left to live for. He was so sick of life and everything that came with it... The thing that saved him in the dark times was the music. The music didn't judge people. It didn't hurt you as much as the people around you. It kept him safe and alive.

To him, life was meaningless. It was no point in living when a paradise waited for him. The paradise that was so wonderful and peacefull. He had suffered for so long and no one helped him ti get better. No one saw that he was depressed or sad. All they did was to judge him, so what if he was bisexuall, and had a realationship with a guy. At he school they asked him why, and they said that it was against the nature. That it was disgusting.
They made him doubt himself. And soon after that he dumped his boyfriend, leaving him more depressed than before.

He though; someday, someday. I will feel happiness and joy. But when that day comes, is the day that I die.

He stood on a hill and looked out at the town that he lived in. Feeling sad and down. He hated the town and all the ones that lived there. Where he stood it was a big tree. He had brought a thick rope with him, and placed on branch. He had tied so there was a big loop at the end. He climbed the tree and sat on the branch and then took the loop around hin head, and pulled it tight around his neck. He doubted a little and remembered all the good times he had with his ex boyfriend. He smiled slightly to himslef as he leaned back and fell off the branch. He couldn't touch the ground when he hung in the rope. He broke his neck from the fall and the light and the tunnel came almost right away.

He was right. He was happy the day that he died, but he had been trough hell to get there. The freedome he felt when he was dead, no living human could explain how good it felt. He was finally gone. Forever.


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