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“I don’t need fixing, I need you.” Oxygen; the element that we breathe. It seems after the loss of my best friend, I’ve been lacking it for quite some time. She was the only one who understood me and knew how to deal with me. But, one tragic night something happened. I don’t know if it’s true but people say she killed herself, everything sort of led up to it. At first, I refused to believe it but as time flew by, I had to accept that she was gone. Being her best friend, I couldn’t comprehend why she would’ve done it. But that day, I stopped breathing—metaphorically speaking. Everything was duller. My parents used to think it was just a phase because of the death, but this feeling soon consumed my entire being. So, they sent me to a therapist. I guess you could say he saved my life. He is the reason I breathe again.
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