Silverblade
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This is my story my character is Soul I don't mean to trigger people if anyone needs help message me on here and we can talk about anything yes I still struggle with depression but I'm trying to get through it. Nov. 30 is self harm awareness day wear a black ribbon if you have self harmed wear a blue one if you haven't but want to support it. Hope you like the story it is still ongoing. Leave comments plz. Remember msg if you need to talk about anything. Also never forget BOYS SELF HARM TOO NOT JUST GIRLS. Plz leave feedback. And comments
TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ this does have a lot of self harm I don't mean to trigger people.
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