I Don't Know What to Feel
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Last published Sat, Jun 15, 2019
Please don't take any note of this, I'm fine. I need somewhere to vent when I can't or don't want to share it with my friends.
I'm sorry if I jump between points, it's just when I do get emotional that's usually what my brain does.
If you want, you can give this a read but I know most people that read won't care enough to keep reading.
I'm going to stay anonymous for privacy reasons.
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