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May 30, 2018

My life was pure hell after Johnny and I broke up.  I stayed in my room for seventeen days; I only ate a few bites I could manage to keep down.  I could hear the messages on the answering machine, but I could not utter a word.  In the midst of the madness of those seventeen days, I felt such shame, I wanted to die.  "What had I done?"  I asked myself over and over, "How could I have taken the life of our child?"  I the depths of my anguish, I took a blade to my throat and began to slice it.  The blood from the first puncture began to drip down the edge of the cold steel blade and touched my hand.  I began to shake, I threw the knife across the room and cried, "



Oh God I can't do it!" 

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