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I have no family that loves me; I have one good friend; I have unhealthy food on my table that’s slowly killing me; I have a roof over my head.
When you have mental illness, as I do, you can have a family that does love you; you can have many good friends; you can have the healthiest and tastiest food on your table; you can have the most secure home, the most secure roof over your head; but your life can still be total hell.
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