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| I believe I was seven when my best friend died, I was there when the machinery sliced him in half. I had nightmares for years after that. | |
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| He was bleeding everywhere and he was trying to hold his entrails... his legs and torso were three feet apart. It was a traumatizing experience. | |
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| Sometimes I wake up nights, and I relive the hellish nightmare... | |
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