Catharsis: On The Back of my Mind

Catharsis: On The Back of my Mind

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Random thoughts that I find too personal to share to people I know but too heavy to keep on my own. I'm not really the type of person who talks about my thoughts/feelings/problems to other people so this is the only way, well for myself that is, to unburden myself for even just a little. I don't know why I even bother writing a description. I don't think anybody's going to read this, not that I care anyway. Hahahaha. But for those who happen upon this, welcome inside my head.
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