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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Today was a tough and tight day. I am in pain somewhat. Heart is heavy and there's a knot in my stomach. But I am slowly beginning to ...
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