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  <title>Comments on 'Beginnings'</title>
  <subtitle>Dark.

When he left I was a mixture of sadness, rage, and confusion. I didn't know how I had let it happen to me. *Me.*

I continued with day to day life, luckily it was exam time so alot of time I could spend at home alone, crying. When I was with others I was all about having fun. &amp;quot;She's amazing, such a cheerful girl when she must have all those exams to worry about.&amp;quot; they said. Exams? What's stressful about exams? You take them, you move on. Another chapter in your life. 

How did others cope?

I surfed the web, found some sites and read some blogs. They seemed to be getting on okay afterwards. It honestly did give me hope.

But there I was, still hiding in a bathtub. The claustrophobia was calming. It seemed that talking was the best cure.

So how do you begin to talk about it?</subtitle>
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    <title type="text">Comment on Beginnings</title>
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    <content type="html">&lt;p&gt;good question&lt;/p&gt;</content>
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      <name>Mistress Elsha Hawk</name>
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