Demons within my Heart
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Last published Fri, Nov 22, 2019
I keep all of my opinions to myself and when I get up I just want to scream into a pillow out of anger and frustration, but even that doesn't work so here I am. Writing helps me a lot with my problem and this is just a place to let my bitchy side out. Sorry in advance if you ever feel attacked. Sucks to suck.
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