Voices
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- Parts 13
MatureOngoing1h 2m
Last published Sun, Aug 14, 2022
Mental health can be a scary thing sometimes it's good sometimes it's bad, we've all at least once felt alone with it.
Jack is someone who sees his depression as a entity only he can see, his girlfriend is everything to him but he doesn't want her to know about it, his therapist wants to try help him by giving him antidepressants but perhaps they are only making it worse, Jack just wants to be a happy but his thoughts and depression are weighing him down.
(Cover art made by my friend @Flannzy, warning not for kids or those who are easily disturbed)
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