Sometimes this existence feels like something you won in a custody battle.
It feels like a broken, fraught, tense piece from an emtional war.
It feels like a broken, fraught, tense piece from an emtional war.
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Day 40 of 108
Well, I was awfully down today. These cloudy moods are happening more often than not. I now wish I was living by the beach and rocking on a...
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