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Teenagers Depression Stories

Teenagers Depression Stories

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Sa mundong puno ng gulo. Ang grupo ni Xermoine, ay ang grupo ng mga kabataan'g May mga kritikal na kalagayan ang buhay. Ang ilan sa kanila ay may sakit, kadalasan dito ang sakit na DEPRESSION. Pagsubok, madami silang mapagdadaanan na ganito. kaya Sa gitna ng labanan, kapit kapit sila sa isa't isa at walang bumibitaw ng biglang... Lahat ay nagbago ng maaksidente sina Jazer At Zayn na matapos ng pangyayare ay nagkalabuan ang magkakaibigan. Paano na'lamang ang naka-ambang na aksidente sa bawat isa sa'kanila kung magka'kahiwa-hiwalay na sila? Dumagdag pa sa problema ang mga komplikado'ng kalagayan ng mga relasyon nila? Maayos pa kaya iyon? Masyadong magulo ang mundo, para sa mga inosenteng batang katulad nila. Maaari pa kaya mabuo ang samahan'g nabuo? O hihintayin pa nila maaksidente ang lahat para lang magkabati bati sila? Subay-Bayan at bigyan ng atensyon ang bawat Kabanata ng kwento ng mga kabataan'g ito.
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