Together, by Cassandra Brubaker.
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I wasn't always this way. That's a lie, but isn't that how you start talking with a psychologist? When I was 10 years old, everything changed. My mother became a terrifying figure, My step father tormented me. When I was 14, I tried to kill myself. That's when everything really went to shit. That's when I found out about genetic disorders, depression is in fact a disease. That's when I learned lifes greatest lessons. I learned to love,
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