Dear Nobody
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Last published Thu, Mar 16, 2023
Dear Nobody
Welcome, to the overwhelming amount of unsaid words and emotions of life. I find it easier to write my feelings and emotions then express them verbally, because I'm told I'm a bitch when I do.
So here we are, a bunch of nobody's expressing our feelings through words unheard.
Is it pathetic? Maybe.. but we're here, and life goes on and always finds a way to be a reminder to us it's the biggest bitch of all
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