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bridges.

I wanted death.

 

I wanted to leave.

 

I wanted to give up.

 

 

It was like driving down the interstate when it's raining.

Hard.

And

you're terrified

Because

you can't even see the end

of the hood of your car

Let alone the road in front of you.

You feel lonley

You don't know if there's anyone else there

on the road

You don't know if you're g...

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