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Already Gone
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Ongoing, First published Sep 25, 2018
"I'm already broken, and already gone."

He wasn't hopeless. He wasn't depressed. Really, he wasn't anything other than angry. 

At what? 

Well, in a way, you could say he was angry at everything. But what does it stem from? Why can't he put into words how he feels? 

Maybe he doesn't know. 

So how can one book change a life? A book he writes in. 
Why can she make him question everything?

And in a faithless dark room, how can the door open with a brightness so blinding that it opens your eyes? 

Take a look into this psychologist' life to learn all the answers.

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