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When i was 15 my firend got hit by a truck. and while the driver went for help, i stayed behind with him. while he laid there slipping in and out of concious (sp). he died five mins before the ambulance arrived. at the time i was glad that he died cause he kept on moaning and talking to his mother. (who wasnt there) about how much it hurt. i had some massive guitly feelings about being glad that he died. well it wasn't a feeling of gladness more of a relieved feeling really. i dunno w/e
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