Unsettled Emotions
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Última publicación mié, jun 1, 2022
just some thoughts that keep you awake at ungodly hours.
-either its too relatable or it doesnt make any sense at all. thats it. no in between whatsoever.
# tw // self-harm (alive)
# M for language use
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