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a depressed soul wanting someone to hear what she's gotta say so she is gonna put all her thoughts here and maybe will find someone who is going to understand? just trying to be optimistic. Also, she would love to have conversations with everyone. If you want to talk about anything or ask her anything you can simply message her or commenttttt. And yes I'm talking about myself in third person, yes, ik I'm super weird but fuck it.
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