The Feelings That Claw At Me
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Last published Sat, Feb 15, 2020
This is where my depression is on full display. I do post my depression on my story Little Things as well, but this is where I can reflect and see myself clearly. I will be covering depression, anxiety, broken hearts, suicide, etc., so this is for mature audiences. You have been warned.
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