Looks can be deceiving
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Dernière publication jeu., août 20, 2015
Hey guys! This is my story about depression. All the names are going to be altered because of reasons. I've been through a lot of someone my age. I'm 13 and this is my story of depression, anxiety, ADHD, self harm, and suicide. So yea fun!
Please comment, vote, and message me if you need to!
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