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“There are always concerns. Eating holes in your stomach. Scrambling your brain. Making your skin itch and itch and itch. Sometimes it feels like too much for a kid your age to handle. Sometimes it feels like too much for anybody of any age to handle. Sometimes it feels like this is all there is. All there will ever be.”

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Book:Abnormal Statistics
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