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Memory Lane

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Time 16h 16m

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"The truth hurts, memories definitely hurt but we all still try to hold onto them. Maybe one day it'll be okay. It's not okay now, but we will get through this. We will get through all of this, like we've done before."

Meet the strange cast of a wacky support group that go beyond talking about their problems of mental health and strange disabilities that don't seem to be celebrated anywhere. At least, that's what we all think when we first come in.

In all honesty, they are people too. With human feelings, with human weaknesses. And they are stronger than we know. 

And then came love. Of course there's still stuff that has to happen before it does, right?

(All songs used with be credited.)All Rights Reserved

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