mental health rp
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as it is now mental health awareness month I am going to do a rp to celebrate that. because the way you think doesn't matter. wether be ADHD
,autistic, dyslexic etc it doesn't matter and those who are feeling the blues can pick up a role too. everyone can join.
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i wrote this a while back. it will never be finished & i doubt i still like it. but have at it.
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