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All the dismissed illnesses
(depression , anxiety.. And so much more), animal abuse and other horrific problems in the world that not much people speak of, i'll try my best to depict every problem, illness or situation to others that just don't see or understand!
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Sometimes it's alright to be sad and feel lonely !
Here is to finding happiness one day and spreading the wisdom of our life's to other people, hoping they have it better because we all know how horrible it felt . I hope you enjoy and relate, I know it's a little dark but so is life. Thanks for taking the time to read my work it means a lot to me! :)
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WARNING: The following stories are subjected around topics regarding self-harm, suicide, mental illnesses or have mature content. If you are sensitive to these issues and get easily triggered I suggest reading with caution or not at all! Thank you for your understanding.
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I'm trying to relate to other people and see everything from different perspectives,
if you have some advice, suggestions or criticism feel free to message me and i'll do my best :)
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Cover by: @KateJordanOriginal
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