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Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: deeeetroit basketballllllll
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Sep 20th, 2003, 02:15 PM
My best friend died when I was 16, and when I was 18, My grandfather died. I couldn't take it, I was close to him, so I did something I never thought I would do. I hopped on a train, and dissappeared to Chicago for a week.
The point of me telling this story? Everyone has their own way of coping, so don't worry about everyone else.
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