A Response To A Friend's Suicide Note.
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Complete Mon, Oct 17, 2016<5 mins
Well I'm sure glad he decided to write his suicide note online.
Because now I get to respond to it, and take a crack at cheering him up.
Now watch as the sociopathic, sarcastic maniac with curly hair takes a pathetic attempt at cheering up someone with actual depression.
(Play the music for more feels :DDDDDDDDDDDD)
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