So I Had This Thought
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Last published Sun, Dec 3, 2017
So I had this thought. That what if whenever people who're recovering from mental and physical abuse dream is it there only escape? Well... I'm recovering and I cut my thumb with a knife. Well, it felt quite nice-it made me feel a thing that I haven't in a while.... That thing was serinity and comfort.
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