they found her the next morning, wearing the normal night gown. the atmosphere was cold, and smelled of dead roses.
they found her the next morning, after she hadnt any food all week. yet she managed to dispose of bile, in the bathroom where she was discovered. they found her the next morning, hugging every inch of the comode. blood stained the porceline as it ran from her arms. they found her the next morning, her body like a rag doll. with a single note scribbled in pen lying next to where she died. "when you find me in the morning, just know i didnt take my own life. for what i've been through for the last few years, was suicide enough. when you find me in the morning, don't have pitty or shed a tear, for i am happier where i am now, and this is what i deserve. when you find me in the morning, may a single thing be clear. this was not because of a loss of love, but simply the realization of hate."
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