Maladaptive Daydreaming
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Maladaptive Daydreaming - is a proposed diagnosis of a disordered form of dissociative absorption associated with excessive fantasy that is not recognized by any major medical or psychological criteria. It can result in distress, can replace human interaction and may interfere with normal functioning such as social life or work.
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She isn't alone, she is also alone too. She didn't know what to do. So she make her own world to escape reality.
[PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME]
All characters that are stated in here are fictional, anyone who has a resemblance is just coincidental.
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