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Anonymous
When i was 7, i had some weird school fobia...made my life difficult, lost almost all my friends...then we moved, my mother died, lost all my friends again, moved again to my father. Well, about 1 year after, my father was diagnosed with cancer and died about a year after...then i moved once more to my uncle's, and left, once more, all my friends behind. In all of these occasions, i had the chance to keep in touch, but i didn't. As a result, when i grew up, i was nearly unable to make any social contacts... and yes, i did regret it. btw there was about 3 years between each time i moved. And that's how my life was screwed.
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