Why is it, unconsiously every year, January 22nd I ball my eyes out, alianate those I care about, then after all that, realize that its the aniversery of the day I should of died. 7th grade my life changed. I don't think about the accident any more, but it haunts me on this day, no matter what. I thought I was over tired, but I guess doctors can be
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