My story is very sad. Not fun. When I was 5 years old. I am very gentle background should or be teased, beaten. I have a dear friend. He always helps me when I have problems. I think he is the son, as family members. He had an accident. When he died. I cried until I fainted. I suffered from depression for a long time. I have another friend. Now he's in the US.
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