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It's raining out right now. I suppose it's appropiate considering my day. Alot of people would consider suicide if they were me right now. I've been stabbed in the back like no other. Stabbed, over and over. I don't know how or why, but I'm still here. Still fighting back, pushing forward. Life is what I make it, not what other people do. So to all you depressed teenagers out there, stand up, brush yourself off, and make your life what you want it to be.
Rise up.
Rise up.