Venting cause I'm a depressed hoe
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Last published Sun, Feb 17, 2019
I'm a depressed bitch and have nobody to talk ho because nobody believes me or knows how to react- also my therapist said to do to this cause it might help. So yeah, and before you ask, no. I'm not ok <3
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