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I was 7 when I met him, he became my friend
I was 10 we always were together, he never left me
I was 13, he introduced and gave me a razor blade and told me to try it and I did
I was 15 he introduced me to something called suicide and told me to try it
No one met him.. he was in my head, my possession
He was depression

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