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I sat there in shock. I couldn't believe her when she said that she didn't care I was about to kill myself and that she wouldn't feel guilty either. But then she told me she cared that I was living and breathing. She wanted me, a stranger, to stay alive. I go back to the first question she asked me.
Why did I call her? Why did I want to let someone know that I was about to end my life? Answer is I have no idea. But I'm glad I did. Otherwise I wouldn't be alive if it wasn't for that 15 year old school girl. Maybe she was right after all. That there was a tiny part of me that wanted someone to tell me to stop, to hold me back. Her exact words were 'someone to be an excuse for you to live.' And I did find someone. I found her.
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Kısa Hikaye"Why did you call me if you think there's no hope for you?" "I-I don't know," The caller whispered.
