Article January 1, 2002 Issue

MY FRIEND, CEZAR

by Agnes Bonifácio—São Paulo, Brazil

He was 18. He seemed like a happy, relaxed person. He loved to laugh and hang out with his friends. He had dreams just like any other kid. My friends and I didn't see him for a while, and when he came back he was really down. He seemed strange and almost never talked to us. A few days later, I heard he had committed suicide.

His ex-girlfriend, who was also my friend, told me that he had started to do drugs. She thought this had messed up his head. He had also become interested in satanic rituals.

I was completely shocked at his suicide.

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