I'm Not Sad Anymore

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Just a little something I had written for a stranger on the internet...I was still young and a virgin and heartbroken...this is an excerpt from a time that will never exist again.All Rights Reserved

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I'm Not Sad Anymore
Thu, Mar 30, 2017

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I'm Not Sad Anymore
Thu, Mar 30, 2017

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