It's us
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Brain dump. Some thoughts are meant to be buried, for the consequence from situations. drowning our lives into whatever they can, wether drama, anxiety, pressure, hell- what I say will not make sense. Not in the slightest. It'll be terrible writing that I'll regret later. But, I'm gonna write it. Why? I don't know. I truly, don't know.
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