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I let my best friend take the bus home in the rain, and she never made it back. This is about the 2am panic attacks, my guilt, and how I finally used a tube of paint to drag myself out of the dark. TWs: Fatal accident (off-screen), sudden loss of a loved one, survivor's guilt, panic attacks, and severe grief.
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