The true world
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This story. It is true. But to this day i wish it was not. This is the story of my best friends suicide. He had gotten this idea from a book he read called 13 reasons why. But his was 19 ass holes and a great friend. This is not a write off of that story. I can show his tapes and prove every bit of his story. Read with an open mind for all people. Not just compassion for him. All people are the dame. No ones life is better than the next. No one is less than anyone. R.I.P Josh D. Philips. June 12 1996- May 17 2011
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