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- I'm now 22. I have changed so much. I've found love, I've found life, I've found happiness. But I still feel the need to keep some way of not forgetting where I've been, and who I was. Him: "I'm 18. I'm male, and I'm fucked. My mother sent me to ‘get help’ a few months back. I thought fine, she’s paying for it. I don’t think the quack listened to a single word I said. I’m sure she sits there going “hmmm, uhuh,” and “how does that make you feel,” while doing a crossword. Her latest bit of advice – To write. Write about my feelings. The stupid bitch, she doesn’t want to help me, but I will write." And write I have.
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