suicide is not for me

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You were driving along a bridge when you see a figure up ahead teetering on the edge. As you get closer you see it's a teenage boy, with dark messy hair and piercing golden eyes. He has cuts and bruises all along his body, a nasty black eye, and dirt on his clothes. His hair blows in the wind as tears stream down his face, his sneakers already half off the edge. You notice that no one else is stopping and helping, all the other cars just keep driving. You...

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