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Last published Thu, Jul 21, 2016
Basic story of a 5 year experiencer of depression and anxiety; 1 year experiencer of self harm
**WARNING: TRIGGERING, MATURE LANGUAGE, AND SELF HARM**
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ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴀᴅ ꜱᴏɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴀʏ
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