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Also, Before I start. If you are going through shit as of right now and are losing hope, then you can fucking get through this. I love and care for you so much. Even if I don't know you; I will miss you and break if I found out that you stopped fighting. Stay alive and don't do it, The world is just a small place with so many things to offer you. Message me on Instagram (@orchidboy__), Tiktok (@orchid_cosplays), or Snapchat(@orchidboyelliott) if you ever need help or someone to talk to. :)
Just a journal i guess. You can ignore this, or read it. I dont mind which one you chose. ⚠️Also, Trigger Warning. May include topics of s#cide, self harm, intrusive thoughts, and much more. Have a good day.
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