Consumed by the Darkness
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Trigger Warning: School shootings, attempted suicide, mental health
How do you live with pain?
How do you go through so much... and still manage to smile?
It's hard.
But it's even harder when you're alone - facing battles no one sees, fighting silent struggles with no one to lean on. Some people fight until they make it. Others fight until they break. Some respond with anger. Others don't respond at all.
The question is: how will you respond?
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