The Last Symptom
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What would happen if you were to stew in your own pity? Your own hate? Your own darkness? Not anyone to help you or to hold your hand. Those who say they want to help leave you when you need them the most. It's best not to find out for there will always be something waiting.
This story has major themes of anxiety, depression, and suicide. If any of these make you uncomfortable I recommend you don't read this. If you want to read, however, I would appreciate it. Don't say I didn't warn you though.
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