Left To Our Thoughts.
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Last published Tue, Apr 18, 2017
Thoughts. It's hard to tell someone how you truly feel. But here no one knows who you are.
Suicidal thoughts.
Love thoughts.
Sad thought.
Mad thoughts.
All kinds of thoughts are in here.
Many of these thoughts are what people think each day, yet they find it hard to find someone that will care.
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