If I Can, You Can
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  • Parts 8
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Ongoing, First published Jun 18, 2013
This is based off a true story about actual events that have happened in my life. Some of the topics this story includes are love, loss, suicide, depression, self-harm, friends, and the importance of family. I hope my story can serve as inspiration for others going through hard times as well. Stay strong. ♡ If I can, you can.
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Broken mind (Under heavy editing!)

37 parts Complete Mature

I'm lost. Broken. And nobody knows. I help people, and when you help people, you don't get help. I couldn't look at myself think how a mess I was. It was too late for me to be fixed. Nobody could help me. I was too deep in it for being saved. I had too many scars and thought. I already had a broken mind. When I tried to kill myself and failed at it, they brought me to a mental facility. There I meet other teens with different stories and each with their problems. The longer I'm here, the more stories I get the knowledge. We come together to tell our stories so that we can move on from what hurt us in the past and what waits for us in the future. We're all strangers, but we're all living in this messed-up place call life. So can we overcome our broken minds. -2014-