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there was never much about her. nobody ever knew why she did the things she did. why she always arranged her pencils in color coordination or why she always neatly pinned back her hair in the same exact position every single goddamn day. nobody knew why she decided to make the decision that night. i never knew her well enough. no one did. she always kept to herself. nobody cared. nobody ever knew. from time to time, i wonder if that was the reason why. it doesn’t take long to realize that nobody gives a shit about you. when the world stops caring, you stop caring. everyone found her. her limp body hovering 4 feet from the ground. her veins in shades of violet and blue from her neck down. nobody ever knew why she did what she did. nobody ever cared. nobody ever did.