Give Me A Reason To Live
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sometimes life is hard...sometimes it feels like your drowning...and when you reach out for someone to save you....you realize everyone is gone.....your alone.....sometimes you just want to end... it ... all...
this is a story about a boy who lost it all....but with the help of a friend he got it all back
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