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A boy at my school committed suicide last week.

I felt empty for a while, and then I felt angry at myself. I feel like I am only pretending to care about his death, when there are those who are actually hurting. There are those who are not sleeping or eating because they lost their brother, son, or best friend. I just go along with my life, all happy and eating frequently. But isn't that how life is supposed to be? Am I a terrible person? I feel even more tired. Fatigue seeps into my very core, and all I want to do is sleep. But I can't let the fatigue get to me. Because it isn't Fatigue at all. It is something else in disguise. I know because I dealt with this feeling before. Maybe if I try to hide it, it will go away. Maybe I should go to sleep. Maybe I should go to a counselor. Maybe I should talk to his friend.

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