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Jan 2019
It’s a Silent Killer

because it doesn’t always show.
It hides behind smiles. It’s camouflages itself
in words. It slips in between laughs and jokes, when
no one is looking. It hides behind closed doors when

the show is over and people go their separate
way. It cloaks itself in the trappings of success and the
illusions of love. It feeds on itself like a drug. It has no
mercy. It doesn’t care who you are, where you came from

or where you’re going. It takes your spirit. It strips you
of your soul. And in the aftermath of the wake all the
people who have loved you will be shocked, will feel
profound loss.  There will be questions, to which

there are no answers. There will be answers that don’t
give much relief. There will be guilt and anguish, pain
and unrelenting suffering. Maybe it could have been
prevented. Maybe not. You’ll ask yourself that time and
again. It will be a constant thought.

National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-8255
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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