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Growing up, I had a happy childhood. There was certainly no reason for me to be unhappy with the way my life was, in fact, there were much more reasons to be overly happy with life. When I entered middle school, upon the age of 12 or 13, I grew increasingly unhappy with my day-to-day life. My parents, and I, to a lesser level, assumed this was part of the growing stage, the “teenage years” most kids go through. I thought, and was often told, that most people felt the way I did.
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