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Friend, Please [Depressed America One-Shot]
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I was listening to Friend, Please by Twenty One Pilots and this is the result.
America is depressed on the day his childhood love was hanged (way back during the Salem Witch Trials), and tries to commit suicide, but someone stops him.
During this long lasting depression, he pushes away everyone he cares about, until he thinks he's alone in the world.
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