An open door to my life
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Ongoing5m
Last published Tue, Feb 17, 2015
This is what my life has been like since I was 14 years old (roughly)
They say talking about your feelings help but for me it didn't , I couldn't talk to people .
They say writing down how you feel and what you went through helps , so I'm going to try .
Everything thing I say is completely from my pov and how I got by and what I thought. Names of people and places etc
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