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I sometimes think of suicide. I don't really want to die. But I want what I'm feeling to stop. I want to change my thinking. Stop the bad thoughts. The voice that says I have nothing to live for. I want the pain to stop. I want it to end.
He tried desperately to wrench her free, but the tree would not budge. Her leg was pinned under the tree. There was so much blood. Her screams were awful.
She slipped quietly into the darkroom, closely the door firmly behind her. As she put the film into the solution she wondered, "What the hell am I going to do with these photos?"
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