The Things That Happen
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im jason and i have a really weird past that involves crossdressing, grooming, manipulation, depression and just it's really weird. i decided to see a therapist, that's where you start to hear my story and from there slowly you dip into my day to day. i keep remembering past stuff and getting anxiety and well that's why i started going to a therapist. who i might end up wanting to seduc- actually let's not mention that for now. uh well i kinda got side tracked but that's my description.
(sorry for grammar error and or spelling errors, english wasn't my best subject, hope u like it)
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