My call for help //Leo Valdez x Reader x Nico Di Angelo//
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Hi, I'm (Y/N) (your name) I've had a hard life. Harder then most it seems. My mother's never there, I hate her boyfriend, I don't have a dad, I have two sisters that seem like they want nothing to do with me, and my little brother hates me. Oh, and I witnessed my older brothers death. Yea... that's about it. I've been battling depression for a while. Ever since I was 12. I'm 15 now approaching my 16th birthday I just hope everyone sees my call for help before it's too late...
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