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message no. 1708
| Message from: Kate |
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When I was 12 I met a woman who let me ride her horse.
We became really close, I spent several hours a day with her after school and on weekends and we got on really well, it was one of them bonds that noone else understands because she was 49.
One day I came home.
My dad told me there had been an accident
My best friend was knocked off her bike and killed.
I've had to live with that and live with seeing her horses be sold and her life break apart.
I can't cope.
I also lost both of my grandmas this year.
I need help.
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