[ Suicidal Scene, avoid If triggered easily]
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Three Years Ago
Jerome walked quietly along the streets of his neighborhood in the early hours of the morning. His hands in the pockets of his sweatshirt and his head covered by the hood of the shirt. He inhaled the cold air of the day and exhaled a puff of steam from his mouth. When a new song which he didn't like started playing, he pulled out his phone and swiped to another which made him smile and move on.
After a few minutes of strolling, he began to jog the moment he saw other people around him jog too. He increased his speed a little bit when he felt the adrenaline rush through his body. And just as he cornered a street, he collided into what he felt was a bicycle, which made him fall to the ground and bruise his palm.
"Oh, my Go
