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Aug 05, 2008 01:09

We were seventeen, strolling somewhere near Battery Park, when Tim showed me the scars on his wrists. I can't remember what they looked like. I know they were thin, white, faded. I know he had prominent veins; they drew my attention first. I couldn't even see the scars until he pointed them out ( Read more... )

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mejustpurely August 5 2008, 06:04:24 UTC
A friend of mine committed suicide recently. I know I couldn't have helped him, but I wonder if there was anyone who could.

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riabear August 6 2008, 02:49:26 UTC
:( *hugs*

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tanyahp August 5 2008, 07:25:55 UTC
It sounds like you did listen as best you could. It's so hard, when you think "I could have done something more". I also understand what you're saying about the frustration of not having him around to clear up "misrepresentations". Sometimes it helps to hold the conversation anyway, to try and paint their picture any way. Still leaves an ache inside, tho'. ::hugs::

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riabear August 6 2008, 02:50:02 UTC
Thank you. *hugs back*

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merikeh August 5 2008, 13:51:39 UTC
*hugs*

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riabear August 6 2008, 02:50:09 UTC
*double hugs*

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pjcop August 6 2008, 00:32:26 UTC
I'm so sorry to hear of the loss of your friend.

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riabear August 6 2008, 02:50:18 UTC
Thank you. :(

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juniper35 August 11 2008, 06:18:18 UTC
I'm sorry I didn't see this when you posted it. :(

*hugs*

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