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By the spring
of 2000, after continual suffering with only short-lived respites,I
had lost all hope.
I was beginning
to fall apart.
No one had been able to cure
me, none of the things that had been said to protect me from
chemtrails had worked. All efforts to stop the
trails themselves had failed, if anything, they had increased.
In a last-ditch effort
to save myself, I decided to leave the country seeking a place
to get away from the trails, or a place to die. A close friend
told me about a Holy place in the Himalayas where he would go
to die, and so I went.
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