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Lost And Found - A Trubute To Those Lost To Suicide

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DISCLAIMER : ALL OF THESE STORIES ARE BASED ON FICTION. ANY SIMILARITIES OR NAMES IS PURE COINCIDENCE. VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED. - " Death gotta be easy, cuz' life is HARD." - 50 CENT We've all hit rock bottom at some point in time in this journey called life. But what about the darkest nights of those glorious mornings that not all of us talk about? What about the sleepless nights, the drunken nights, the self-loathing and drowning in depression that we're afraid to discuss? Well welcome to the sunken place of life; a momento mori to those fallen soilders in the neverending battle that is depression. If you're reading this, I hope you choose to fight, to laugh, to cry, to talk it out, fuck it out, smoke it out- as long as you choose life. Enjoy.Tutti i diritti riservati

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