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trigger warning: suicide "Come downstairs, Billy. We got your outfit and your plushie.  We got your little bag too, honey. So come quick." “I have a cold, mommy. I don’t want to go to church" "Father and praying will fix you, Billy!" Not true, he said, I pray and pray,  but the illness gets worse  And people shouted every time they spoke. go to church go to the clinic go and fix, Billy. So Billy moved his feet like walking down the stair. Short, steady and away from the chair. Billy went up, instead, as the church bell rang.
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
Come Downstairs, Billy.
trigger warning: suicide "Come downstairs, Billy. We got your outfit and your plushie.  We got your little bag too, honey. So come quick." “I have a cold, mommy. I don’t want to go to church" "Father and praying will fix you, Billy!" Not true, he said, I pray and pray,  but the illness gets worse  And people shouted every time they spoke. go to church go to the clinic go and fix, Billy. So Billy moved his feet like walking down the stair. Short, steady and away from the chair. Billy went up, instead, as the church bell rang.
This is quite personal to share, dealing with identities and society. I think the story told itself. If you need to reach out for help, please do. Everyone copes differently so I wish you could find your own healthy way out. https://suicidepreventionlifeline.org
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Dec 18, 2019
Dec 18, 2019 at 7:20 AM UTC
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