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I once knew a girl that ran away from everything that could possibly hurt her. Whenever things in her life got bad she’d slit her wrists or take too many pills for her body to handle, but she never seemed to succeed in killing herself. When the one person in her life that she didn’t run away from abandoned her she slowly took the pills. One by one she swallowed them, knowing the right way to do it. Maybe she just didn’t take enough. She spent three days in a coma while her body tried to recover from the massive over dose. When she awoke though, she wasn’t the same person. Although her body recovered from it, her mind never did. From that point on she lived in a dream land, wondering what her life could have been like if she hadn’t been too afraid to live.