Dear Life, I'm falling apart

Dear Life, I'm falling apart

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Dear Life, I know that you probably don't know me. My name is Nick "Formaldehyde" Johnson of Toronto, Canada. My mom, and therapist, suggested I start writing letters to someone I care about. And right now, I care about life.
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For the last month I've had nothing but dark thoughts. I finally decided to speak to someone about it. I went to Mr.Harn and told him everything. All he did was hold me and bring me to the schools councilor. He told her the story I was able to utter. She called my mother and arranged for me to be put into therapy. I spoke with her for half an hour. "You've been through way to much for a girl your age!" She said in astonishment. "I know." I replied. "How are you alive?" She asked with both worry and curiosity. "I honestly don't know." I spoke the truth. How am I still alive?

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