Zac Farro

I found some stuff in her composição literária notebook, and I think its great. So in her honor here is some stuff...**I did not write any of this credit goes to IsabellaMCullen**

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I was raised in a loving home,

but all I was given was broken love.



I went to a small caring school,

but all I got were, broken bones, bruises, bumps, and an escort out.



I lived in a caring community,

but all I saw was tampered judgements, murder, lies, and pure hatred.



I grew up in a life loving town,

but I attended mais funerals than birthday parties.



I have come to terms with all of these things,

but there is one thing I have yet to get past...



I have always put my belief into everyone else around me.

So why have you yet to believe in me?

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"Every 16 minutos in the U.S. someone dies from suicide...
And every 17 minutos someone is left to make sense of it..."