Lost
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MatureComplete Wed, Jul 19, 202312m
Feeling lost and incomplete have been running through my mind since I was little. I don't to much like to talk about anything because once you start talking that person become uninterested and changes the subject, that's probably why I just sit there and listen cause my feelings and problems lol let's just say it ain't really important.
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