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The undoing project

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LECTURES 185
Votes 9
Chapitres 17
Durée <5 mins

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Writing this either shows how stuck up and self involved I am or the fact I just don't give a shit what others think.

It's so I understand my life and what I'm going through because I forget thanks to think
Go I have. I want to get better and this could be the way.

It's literally a diary of mine that you can read, there will be mini essays along the way on different subject matters so yeah boiTous Droits Réservés

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Project Heaven

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