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"I felt lost on an endles plane. thesky was big and blue. I liked closing my eyes in the sun. I'm sorry I drank so much and smoked and wrecked my childhood mind. I'm sorry for leaving my friends. I was sorry I didn't explain myself. I'm sorry I promised things. I'm sorry I acted irrationaly. I didn't believ in depression. I didn't believe in addiction. I didn't want to be negative. I didn't believe in therapy. alcohol wasn't my problem. I had no life. my mind twisted in knots. I couldn't answe questions. psychiatrist coule lable me with conitions." (pg.71)
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