I had this friend once. Her name was Lily. She was a year senior to me in college. We used to attend the same church, used to eat lunch together, smiled whenever we saw one another at the hallways, talked about our faith and life and the sort. The little things.
Lily committed suicide eight years ago. Gun to her head. Lily took her own life and, for the love of god, I still don't know why. The thing is, I don't think anybody ever will.
Lily was a quiet girl. She was always calm, collected; her front suggesting she had her life together; her best foot forward; the perfect facade.
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Anarchy of the mind.
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