My story.
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Ongoing7m
Last published Fri, Mar 3, 2023
I feel like I keep most of my life hidden. Especially around people I care about, I don't want their pity, and I don't want to tell them what I've been through. But this is me laying everything on the table.
I need to make a few changes to my life, starting with being more open.
As well as cutting a few people off.
I'm gonna tell you my life story, Start to finish.
I'll continue it for as long as I remember, or for as long as I continue to stay here.
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