Earlier this year, I wanted to die. I wanted to end my life cause a major piece of mine had been taken. What's life worth living when half of your family dies? How do you carry on? I had no clue, nor did I wanna know. I was ready to take the cowards way out and take my life with no regrets. I'd leave everything I built, loved, and enjoyed to silence the pain. But, I had someone make me realize, cowards way out always isnt the best idea. Broken things sometimes arent worth throwing away. I started getting help, I reached out to friends and found support under the burden dropped on my shoulders. The picture says it all. I chose to keep going despite being broken.
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