death of old me

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Ilya Kalashnikau
I often think about my life. I have many questions about it. What is the point of me living here? What is my goal in life? Then I realize that I live in this world for a reason. I had a friend named Alex. He taught me many things. The main lesson that I learned from him is to cherish the life that I was given and everything I have.
I met Alex when I came to the United States of America from Russia, I was twelve years old. The first time i saw him i thought that he was going to kill someone. He was standing by the door of my cousins house with a serious face, his eyes were filled with anger. My cousin introduced me to him then I actually got to know him, who he really is.
He was always positive, but also quiet. Alex was always respectful to others, especially to older people. Alex knew when you may be goofy and a time to be serious. He was a very mature and responsible guy. Always knew how to cheer me up when I was giving up on something, when I would not be in a good mood. Alex became a big part of my life, of who I am.
Once I was having a really bad day,...

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