The Bridge

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We finally got there after three hours on a bus. I thought this would be my last day alive and I didn't feel ashamed at all. In fact I was excited to escape.

It was the time. I was at the edge of the bridge. The guards looked away and I jumped. My outfit got stuck. I was so frustrated. My room mate named Liam pulled me up.

We had a long conversation about why I was depressed. I told him " Ever since middle school I had been called gay. I resorted to anorexia and self harm." He told me he wanted to help.

From then on we were friends. I actually had a friend after six long years. I had gotten someone to help me through everything.

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