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Journal
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Ongoing, First published May 13, 2019
Could be triggering.... I honestly don't know anymore. I don't recommend anyone to read this. This is mostly going to be my thoughts and my latter to my family. I thought this was the best place because don't want anyone to know and on here I can change my name. Im not looking for attention or help just a place I can't get things off my chest and not worry about anyone around me knowing.
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