Inner Thoughts
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MatureComplete Mon, Apr 17, 201718m
Not everything as it seems.
It may seem like the normal looking, middle class 15 year old is just fine like everyone else but that is not true. Everyone goes through different think and we can't just look at someone to know their whole story.
Maybe the inner thought of a 15 year old boy named Tristan could change the way you see people around you. Just see one night of his life, and just maybe thing will change for you.
TRIGGER WARNINGS: Cutting, suicide, and strong language.
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