You should do it too, she said. Surround yourself with good the bad and the ugly. See it all for what it is. And be real with yourself. And when you simply think you are being as real as you can be. Bring it out. Share it with a friend. ...
The cure for Suicide is not in the head, she said, but in My Heart.
This is how I'll tell it Oh, but it's long. One Sunday Morning Oh, one son is gone. Against the weather dawning Over the sea My father said what I had become No one should be. Outside I look lived...
sweet, sweet, precious girl feeling the hurt of the world her very own lil' world
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