the road
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This is your front row seat to my personal journey through hell and back. An account of all that happened, is happening, and will happen. Think of it as a road. A wide stretch of black tarmac glimmering in the summer heat. You don't know where you're going, only that you're going some other fucking place. This is a non-fictitious story of a kid with too many thoughts and not enough bravery to talk about it. Think of it as therapy but to a wide audience of people who can relate but won't talk about it.
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