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Personal Narrative: Suicide

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It was a Sunday afternoon and New York City was quiet. The city known for its honking yellow cabs and crowded sidewalks was nearly empty. There was a crowd of people in Battery Park, pretending to ignore the oncoming storm. Not because they wanted to, but in honor of a lost parent, sibling, spouse, or friend. They were walkers, raising money for the American Foundation for Suicide Prevention, and I was one of them. I walked for my big cousin, lost when I was five. We walked along the water, the sea-scented air cutting through jackets that no one realized would be too thin. I shivered as the wind pushed droplets of ice water into my face. As we walked, I couldn’t help but notice a news van, setting up a camera to face the water. I thought it
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