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Oct 24, 2002 11:52

To all my friends:

I'm not sorry I did this. I just can't take it anymore. Don't feel sad. It most definately wasn't your fault, and you guys should know that. I luv you all. And hope you all have great lives growing up. But I don't want to live anymore, so I won't. Hopefully this time it'll work,

Goodbye, I love you all

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insane_jelybean February 9 2003, 00:22:16 UTC
Seeing what some of these people have done in the wake left by her death you don't wonder why she hated this world. It is only fair.

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partywhipple March 13 2003, 20:19:41 UTC
Ai. This is really sad. Sisi, I hope you find the peace you are looking for. I didn't know you, but it's terrible when the world hurts you so much you wish to leave ( ... )

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toxigenicpillow April 6 2004, 17:27:27 UTC
a beautiful sentiment. made me cry.

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partywhipple April 6 2004, 19:14:45 UTC
Wow, I posted that a long time ago. It is a beautiful poem.

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toxigenicpillow April 6 2004, 19:37:59 UTC
>_<

its a sad thing she had to go off and do such a thing but sometimes bad things happen to good people.

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anonymous March 13 2003, 22:45:49 UTC
I'm sorry to hear about this. If you want to talk just email me.
I hope and pray everything works out(hugs)
Take care and God Bless You.

pepperannehanson@yahoo.com

Praise God! :)
Smile, God Loves You! :)
Jesus Loves You, Love Him Too! :)

Thank God for family, freinds, love, hope, talents, dreams, and inspirations :) May we always have them and may they never fade away :)

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Rest In Peace, Sisi bentley March 13 2003, 23:22:10 UTC
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.

Let aeroplanes circle moaning overhead
Scribbling on the sky the message She Is Dead.
Put crepe bows round the white necks of the public doves,
Let the traffic policemen wear black cotton gloves.

The stars are not wanted now; put out every one,
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun,
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the woods;
For nothing now can ever come to any good.

Excerpts from Funeral Blues, W. H. Auden.

I never knew her and yet I can cry for her. Starnge, really, how terrible the world can be.

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stillprettiest March 14 2003, 05:54:32 UTC
i didn't even know you, Sisi, but i feel so guilty. i wish i could have helped you.
rest well, be easy.

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