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I woke remembering this same dream over and over again my mom and dad dying right in front of me. I hopped up screaming and crying. My brother came in the room and rocked me and I was sweating he looked at me and started crying he pushed me back on the bed and said FUCK THIS SHIT I CAN'T DO IT.
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