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Running… running, so scared and alone. So alone with no recognition of where I was or where I going to. The only thing that I knew was if I slowed down, or stopped, I would die. I was so frightened, so terrified words could not describe. The darkness engulfed me and I could not see, but I didn’t care, I just had to get away. I just didn’t know what I was going to run into… or what was going to run into me. Whatever it was that was chasing me wasn’t giving up easily, so I just kept running. It was so cold, so cold that I couldn’t feel anything apart from the cold biting at my face, eating away at my skin, stabbing me.
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I tried to end my life, i was alone. No one was here with me. I just wanted a friend. This is my diary, my only friend, the only thing that knows me inside and out. And this is my story.

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