why i died.
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ever since 9th grade death was close. cuts lined the skin on my thighs and arms. my parents didn't know, my friends didn't know. i always felt depressed. the only thing that kept me together was acting until he showed up. a beacon in which made me feel like i could have a future.
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I'm Easton Carter. A 18 year old boy who struggles with depression and stuff. I start to notice I'm living in a world of suicide and homicide . Everyone I love dies and most of the time, it gets to where I have no one left. I think about the deepest purposes of things and every time I think I'm okay and everything is fine, I always have another thing coming. I always end up getting lost in my own nightmares but all I have to do is turn the page.

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