The pain grew and grew and i began to experiance suicide thoughs. i realized that life for me was at a desperate impasse. i thought of the garage as a place where i sit in a car and inhale carbon mon-oxide. i lookes at the rafters in the attick as a place where i might hang my self. i looked at shrp objects as being impements for my wrist! ! !
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