Suicide
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Last published Sat, Jul 15, 2017
I made this as a "mock" per say of how you'd commit suicide from my perspective on the subject. I'm honestly heartbroken in so many ways to see all of your comments and feelings about feeling as if suicide is an option. Please know I care and people do care. I do not want any of you to harm your precious bodies
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