Send This to Someone Who is Sad
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Last published Wed, Jul 19, 2017
Title says it all. Feel free to read it even if you aren't. We all have that friend who gets emotional at times. If you don't, it's probably you.
I'm quite the emotional and sensitive myself, I tend to cry easily. But I can't send this to myself, I'm just trying to help those who are like that. This is those who are feeling emotional and probably planning to kill themselves or think their life sucks.
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