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A lot of students from the past took their own life exactly here.
The mini forest was humid, dense, and just undisturbed. On the outside, it looked like it’s full of gigantic trees overgrown with moss, but when you step inside, a deep green carpet of grass laid bizarrely at the center. At first glance, it didn’t look like a place for the suicidal. To me, it only looked like a normal, somber, and shady forest. But among all the trees that towers over the eternally moonlit ground, there’s this one tree, a Narra tree to be exact, that caught my attention as I roamed around. It’s size was terribly huge. It’s whopping rooots crept towards the walls of the building, replacing it’s flaking paint wi
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