you are art
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hi. im al. i really, genuinely care about you. i know, a lot of people say that. but im serious. i want you to be okay. you guys are wonderful human beings. please don't give up.
come here anytime. feel free to talk to me about anything. i may not be that much help, but I can try.
hotlines:
suicide hotline: 1-800-273-8255
abuse hotline: 1-800-799-7233
depression hotline: 212-673-3000
eating disorder hotline: 1-800-931-2237
runaway hotline: 1-773-880-9860
teen help hotline: 1-800-840-5704
alcohol/drug hotline: 1-800-821-4357
emergency numbers:
europe: 112
usa + canada : 911
australia: 000
china: 999
japan + korea: 119
philippines: 117
india: 102
south africa: 112
egypt: 123
online help chat line:
www.imalive.org
you are never alone. i promise you. never give up. it will get better.
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