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The Duhakin
I wrote this when I was around 14, it's my own view on my own personal mental health and how it deteriorated over time. How even if one is experiencing it all, it can effect the entire family as well. As said, I was 14, please excuse my terrible grammar. Even now, I'm not that great with English grammar. 💔
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