I am not the same

Your suicide, my story


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One year, three years, ten years later, I am not the same person.

For one thing: I ride a motorbike. I’m not afraid of death. I’m not afraid of shadows.

What I do fear is that my heart, hope, and trust will not return. I’ve tried.

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