call me for what i am
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- Parts 9
MatureOngoing8m
Last published Thu, Aug 1, 2019
what could i say to make you interested in reading me out? which combination of words will make you believe in this story of a parabolic life? mine, to be specific. i can't promise you that this will ever end, because i have absolutely no idea of how nor when will my life end.
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My life isn't perfect. I'm not perfect and I won't claim to be. I make a lot of mistakes. But this is my story. This is me. This is who I am. Accept it or fuck off
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