How do we Know When to Believe And When Not to Believe?

How do we Know When to Believe And When Not to Believe?

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I just needed to get on here a write about something that maybe some people can relate to. These entries are not about people but they are about how different experiences and interactions have made me feel and I just need to know if anyone can relate. There are strictly no "whos" for these entries. This is for me personally and for anyone else because I can not sit here and keep letting my emotions clump up like cat litter that has been peed on for months on end anymore.
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