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I can tell you one word describing my life that pretty much sums it up. Meaningless. I could do my best in all my classes. I could be the best at anything I tried to do. But it wouldn't fix how broken and battered I felt inside that made me want to just end it. To just give up and be at peace with no mockery or disapproval. I would be free of the painful memories of the events that night. I only have one thing keeping me from the dreadful idea,of killing myself, floating in my head. My best friend. She could turn anything positive no matter what. But all good things come to an end,don't they? She died from lung cancer. That did it. I was thinking about my life and why I'm living. I was going to do it that afternoon, but I was sent a wonderful miracle that saved my life. A friend. Not just any friend. A friend who went through a traumatic experience just like me. I was starting to think how I was so lucky to get this chance. Like I said before all good things come to an end.
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