The Life Guide
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This is a first person story based on my experiences as a teenage non binary with BPD.
I'm aiming for it to be serious but I'm sure we'll end up with a few sarcastic comments along the way.
Warning: there will be swearing.
I hope you enjoy it!
From Jaimie :-)
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