Carolines suicide.

Probably everybody in our life has reflected during the most difficult period of life,  about suicide. Me too, yeah. But this short story will not be about me. This is a fictional character.
She was beautiful, blue eyes as deep as the ocean, black hair that shines under the sun. She was 18, but looked like 15. And it seemed that her bright red cheeks had index her cheerful life... you could say, but no.
This blue eyes were full of pain, every night she cried and many tears felt on the pillow. In this black hair gray was hidden. You can say, she looked like 15, it is cool. But no! An adult hiding from her problem like a child. And this red cheeks were not for joy and love for life. No, it was not physical attacks, it was moral. "When I feel moral pain, when I feel myself sad and I don't know what to do, my blood starts racing madly and I feel as my face begins to burn" - those words she said one day before suicide. When she was buried, her skin was pale and soul loose.
In a gloomy bath of her rented apartment, was found her bloodied body and letter. "Do not blame anyone, it is my choice and now I am happy.
People in our world are different, some good and some bad, envious and not, handsome and very handsome, but whatever we are, we should stay as people.
The name of this girl was Caroline, but what is your name?
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Forgive me for the depression on your tape. Today I have such a mood.