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Hi.. note in advance, this isn't going to being any of that pansy bullshit where i don't curse and i sugar coat the truth because we wanna spare your feelings. If you don't like cursing, get the fuck out. If you cant handle opinions and or have triggers relating to suicide/self harm ect. get the fuck out. If you don't like talking about drugs,alcohol, sex. get the fuck out. And if you want to leave a negative comment... go right ahead. idgaf
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