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Dernière publication lun., déc. 28, 2020
Shit like this isn't an every day encounter. I don't hear someone mutter a vaguely threatening message at me on a late night walk every time I go out, but even then, usually what they say drives me away from them; not towards finding them days after.
I'm already tired of not understanding what life is about, and my paranoia isn't something I can just wave off like smoke blown into my face.
I /have/ to understand.
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i wrote this when i was 13 so i'm sorry for how bad it is but a lot of people seem to enjoy it so i'm leaving it up, just know i am self aware x
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