A Life Worth Staying Alive
Yesterday I just let the day pass without really paying attention to what that day really meant. Me and my mom call it "the bad day." It's been a long time since that day happened but I still remember it as vividly as it was yesterday. To think I was only 5-years-old when it occured...but something that happened that long ago can still linger to
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