Struggling bisexual trying to convince herself she's not a lesbian (what?)
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𝓘 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓿𝓲𝓸𝓵𝓲𝓷
𝓛𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓢𝓹𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓼𝓱...𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮
𝑀𝓎 (𝒸𝓊𝓇𝓇𝑒𝓃𝓉) 𝒶𝓃𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓂:
𝒲𝒽𝓎 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓂𝑒𝑒𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀𝓈𝓉𝒶𝑔𝑒?
𝒢𝑒𝓉 𝒶 𝓁𝒾𝓁 𝓉𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝑜𝒹𝒾𝑒𝓈 𝒹𝑜 𝓌𝒽𝑒𝓃 𝓌𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓁𝑜𝓃𝑒
𝒯𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒'𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓃𝑒𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓈𝓁𝒶𝓉𝑒
𝒪𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓅𝓊𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓉𝓇𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝒾𝒹𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓂𝓎 𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓀
𝐼𝓃𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓊𝓃𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓃
𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌
𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌
𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌
𝐵𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓀𝒾𝓈𝓈 𝓂𝑒 𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌
𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌
𝒮𝓁𝑜𝓌
𝒪𝒽 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝑔𝑜𝑜𝒹 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓀𝓃𝑒𝑒𝓈
𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝓈𝑜 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓂 𝓊𝓅 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒
𝒟𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓂𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝑔 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝓉𝓉𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒
𝐵𝓊𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉'𝓈 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓃𝒶 𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓇
𝑀𝓎 𝒽𝒶𝓃𝒹'𝓈 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝓌𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝓊𝓅 𝒾𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝓁𝒶𝒸𝓀 𝒽𝒶𝒾𝓇
𝒪𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓁𝑜𝑜𝓀 𝑜𝓃 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒻𝒶𝒸𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝒶𝒾𝓃'𝓉 𝒻𝒶𝒾𝓇 𝐼'𝓂 𝓈𝑜 𝒸𝓁𝑜𝓈𝑒, 𝒷𝒶𝒷𝓎 𝓅𝓁𝑒𝒶𝓈𝑒 𝓉𝒶𝓀𝑒 𝓂𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒
"𝔸𝕟𝕕, 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕠𝕠𝕟, 𝕨𝕖 𝕟𝕖𝕖𝕕 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕡𝕙𝕒𝕤𝕖𝕤 𝕠𝕗 𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕗𝕖𝕖𝕝 𝕗𝕦𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟."
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