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You were eighteen years old, taking care of this run down shack you call you home as your father runs around drinking booze, and have affairs behind your mother's paralyzed back. Looking in the mirror you don't know what to do..the scars that litter your wrists as you tug your black sleeves down you glance at your computer. 'I wish I could just live in a world than I wouldn't have to ever wake up here again.' You heard the stories of Mt.Ebott but, would fear keep you from going? Shaking away the feeling you grabbed your backpack slinging it over your shoulder as you left your bedroom you slid out the front door undetected by your now drunk father. You glanced in the direction of the mountain before shaking your head you hurried off to school.
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