Among the Gray

Among the Gray

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My name isn't important, nor is anything else I'd like to say about myself other than addressing myself so I won't tell you that. This isn't some story that's going to be as captivating as Romeo and Juliet or the next Stephen King novel, but I think it's worth a try to reach out so I am. To leave it simple, I'm just going to tell you about what it's like to struggle with something that the world doesn't dig into as deeply as they should. For that reason, you can call me D. I think I've said really all that I need to and I can hope that you understand when you read this, just how real it is because there are people named D all over the world, like me. They need help and if you don't know how then I'll just fill you in the way a self help book is supposed to. Its not a rule or homework, just something to practice.
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