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Love & Support

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I'm making this to help people, I'll be doing research on different mental issues or personal problems people might be having. I'll then make a chapter about giving advice about it or maybe a little message I want to give you. There's no judging here, if anyone on here makes of you for something like this, just tell me & I'll give them hell. If you want to talk about something with me, you can message me whenever you like. I know I'm just a complete stranger to you guys, but I just wanna help.

 I just wanna give you, Love & Support.



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