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Personal Narrative-Commited Suicide
As years went on and I turned fifteen, my sister and I started drifitng apart and we did not talk as much as we used to. The following summer I went to a cheer/gymnastics camp and she ended up being there and we got recconeted, and when we got back home we started hanging out more and we then talked everyday. Honestly, I am so thankful that we did, because you never know when it might be too late. As soon was drawing nearer and nearer I started to notice that my sister (My twin) was getting depressed and starting to shut everyone out, we all tried to talk to her, but she would not talk back. The twenty-fourth of August I got the news that my sister had commited suicide sometime during the night. When I found out that is when I started dealing
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