Depressed and anxious... Self harm
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Última publicación sáb, jun 27, 2015
We all have some depression... Some more than others. We all have anxiety, some for confidence... They let it out and bring it in, some cant let it out, we have to let it out somehow, we cut, burn, Torture ourselves to let it out...
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