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Ongoing, First published Jun 26, 2017
"When people ask you how you feel, they don't actually mean you're feeling. People don't want to know the dark and scary" 
-sad multifandom


These are words I'm too afraid to tell anyone I know. 


**these are my thoughts and if I use others words I will be sure to add in its not my writing **

Trigger warning// depression, self harm, eating disorders, bipolar, suicide
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