Anxiety Helpline
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Last published Sun, Sep 9, 2018
"Hey, just a reminder that it's going to be okay. You got this!" -@markiplier December 16, 2016
Whatever you're going through, no matter what it is, I promise you there are people who care. People who want to help. There are people somewhere who are going through the same thing. We need to help each other.
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