Wake Up, It's Reality
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This is literally my depressing life story. It needs to get out. I just need it to be told. Yeah, it is very upsetting. There is suicidal thoughts. Major depression. Also, sexual themes and content. Some of you will not be able to read it all. I understand... I wouldn't read it either. Instead I live it!
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