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Age: 15
Gender: Female
Location: Denver, Colorado

For my friend-

She had a hard life, her parents didn't want her, at a young age, she was diagnosed with liver failure, and was told she was bound not to live past 18. Now 15, she was addicted to meth. Her father found her bag on the floor, and she was gone beyond belief. She lay there, staring at her ceiling, while he was giving her a lecture, telling her that the social worker was sending her to juvenile detention; she didn't care, the way she saw it was that at least it would be away from her awful father, whom often left bruises on her legs.

She told me, I was the only one that knew. She told me that over the weekend her dealer was going to come to her house and bring her a giant sized bag for 200 dollars. I told her she couldn't. It would kill her, literally. She listened to me. She knew I cared about her. I told her that it can ruin her life. She wanted to drop out of school, but I told her that she couldn't leave me. I would miss her too much. Those simple words, meant so much.

This morning, I asked her if she bought it, and she said, "He showed up at my door, and he said 'I have it right here', and I said I can't do it. I can't buy it from you." And he left.

All this young woman needed to know is that she was cared about. BY ONE PERSON. That SOMEONE wanted her to live. That SOMEONE needed her.

For anyone reading this, SOMEONE cares. I thought I might lose a friend, and that was scary. I care, because I know how hard it was for her, it will be hard for you too, but I care about you, and so do other people. Guaranteed.

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