It was like a dog without a name or a fish without water, perhaps a troublesome teenage girl without a friend, without a place to call her home. It's a feeling you want to go away, one in which you sit and one in which you pray, but it sticks and sticks like glue to paper, it sticks and sticks like nothing greater. You try to pull it off but it just ends up tearing, …
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…to stop her, which held her beliefs that, 'no one cares,' and 'no one would notice.' With these thoughts in mind it made the decision easier, for Christine to pull the trigger. Helpless and hopeless she looked to the heavens, 'I don't belong here God, I belong in hell, for my helplessness sickens me and I have no help.' She placed that gun to her head and that would be the end.