9/20/2017
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Ongoing20m
Last published Sun, Sep 24, 2017
as i sat there at the table i just didnt feel there anymore...last time i was here i was with my dad...cant remember but i still feel it...i was there for almost 3 hours and didnt move, just kept typing with my head down...i didnt edit or change anything...this was last night
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dissociation
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