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[In my thoughts post]

I wrote this a couple of months ago when I was having a tough time trying to get out of my head. I hope no ever has to feel like this, but occasionally it does happen. Keep your head up and do the best you can. Don't live life full of regret.All Rights Reserved

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The Nonexistent Friend
Sat, Dec 7, 2019

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