Trich Up My Sleeve
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this is actually about me. my life. no cheeky romance. no purposeful humor. no protecting your innocence. im putting my story about my trichotilomania battle up as it continues on. if you read this, thank you.
if you have trich yourself, I AM 100% HERE FOR YOU. PLEASE DONT KEEP IT IN YOU. IT HELPS TO TALK TO SOMEONE ABOUT IT.
ill help you through your battle by talking about mine. xx
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