silently screaming
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❛ɪ sʟᴇᴇᴘ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ
sᴏ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs ᴄᴀɴ sʟᴇᴇᴘ sᴀᴠᴇ❜
- ᴄʜʀɪsᴛɪɴᴀ ɢʀɪᴍᴍɪᴇ
This was my diary. It's not really a book. But you can read if you relate.
I will not be editing this book because this book means a lot to me and I want to look back one day when I'm happy.
This book helped me get out of my depression slowly. It was my way of getting out words I couldn't say. I still need help but not extremely anymore. To all the friends I met from this book and pleasant words...THANK YOU (:
*May be triggering*
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