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14 July 2008
Every day, in May and June, I felt suicidal. I even started planning for it. But then life got in the way, things had to be done, and by July 1st, I no longer felt that way.
But, nothing lasts forever. That’s been one of my thoughts lately. Nothing lasts [...]
