Amalia Tate (On Hold)
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Last published Wed, Mar 28, 2018
Have you ever felt like you were being swallowed up into a black pit?
That's how I feel day after day. My name is Amalia Tate and I've suffered through depression for the past five years. This is my story about grieve and loss but also love and friendship. Would you join me on my journey to the bright side of life?
(I'm horrible at writing descriptions and such. I'm a horrible writer period but I will try my hardest to make this story lets see.... readable lol)
Warning:
There will be errors such as puncuation, spelling, etc.
May contain self harm, abuse, etc.
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