Tragedy of Life
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“All the hardest, coldest people you meet were once as soft as water.
and that’s the tragedy of living.”
April 21, 1999. The day I was born. At the time I had two loving parents, Sarah and John. We were the perfect all-american family. That was until I was 6. My dad got a call saying that my mom was dead. She killed herself. She never seemed unhappy, she was the happiest person I knew. I was young when this happened so of course I didn't understand and I never understood until I was 15 and writing my own suicide letter.
If you or someone you know is thinking of taking your life please reach out for help. You are worth so much and people love you and care about you, I love you and care about you. please reach out for help and remember, suicide is a permanent solution to a temporary problem.
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