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Jan 2020
Im so sorry my friend.
Oh how do you do it.
Life is too much for me too handle.
Why do you share your story with me.
Its too much to bare.
its a shame that I know it helped you.
Thus I will be there tommorow.
This is my curse
If i choose to be selfish then im worthless
That is my own bottom line
I cant... lose... someone....... again........
Why, why must people be able to know me like this. To know that i will be there for them. It tears me apart. I want to wish that they would keep it to themselves, but how dare I. Why do they trust me with their secrets.
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David J  22/M
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