Where are the Answers
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Última publicación mié, oct 11, 2023
This is a personal delve into my mind to uncover things from my confusing and traumatizing childhood. I don't remember it all, and i don't remember it all in order, so it may be a bit confusing sometimes if you're interested in reading.
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