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My name is Antony Blix and I'm dead... I killed myself two years ago... Sophomore year of high school was it. I was done with the bullying, the cutting, my father beating me, the bad relationships, the heartbreak, but most of all I was done with me. So April 13, 2011 was the day I was so fed up I jumped of the Golden Gate Bridge. It was the worst decision of my life... Because I learned there is no heaven or hell... I'm now stuck wondering the earth with no one to be with... The pain never stops... And I'm stuck with it... My name is Antony Blix and I'm dead...
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