Run Aways
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MatureOngoing16m
Last published Fri, Aug 3, 2018
Being a depressive person is hard. I've got optimistic friends, and a friendly family; except for my father. He's always been this livid man, the definition of hatred. Why did I have to inherit this illness from his distress?
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