Das Leben ist kein Ponyhof
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Vorweg: Alles was ich hier schreibe ist mir wirklich passiert, das einzige was ich geändert habe sind die Namen.
Ich schreibe dies um anderen zu Mut zu machen und zu zeigen das egal was im Leben gerade passiert, es wieder besser werden kann, das man immer weiterkämpfen kann und auch immer mindesten einen Grund hat zum kämpfen.
Es kann sein das an manchen Stellen "Lücken" sind weil ich mich nicht mehr an alles erinnern kann oder weil ich bzw mein Unterbewusstsein das verdrängt.
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