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Posted by on 2013/01/16 under Uncategorized

He’s gone and I didn’t even say goodbye. At the age of 6 one November 6, 2006 I watched my own father fall to the ground and die. I felt helpless and broken. I didn’t talk for weeks and ate very little. I felt broken inside like apart of me had died with him. Now I have nobody, no friends, not even a family I can trust. everyday I wonder why Im alive? Why am I here? sometimes i think about killing myself. I can never bring myself to do it and I dont know why. What should I do?

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