Unexpected
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My best friend, and love, Max Michael Adams killed himself six months ago. Since then I've been trying my hardest to stay strong for my mum. I haven't eaten a proper meal for six months and I have lost a lot of weight, and added to the fact that my body is wasting away is the scars that cover both my arms.
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