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I said I would leave him if he started to treat me well. I don't need another pastoral scene of not my savior. Mind hurts of the souls malformation. Every soul. They call it psychological but I call it a formality; super easy. Like, yes sir, your car is ready.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
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I said I would leave him if he started to treat me well. I don't need another pastoral scene of not my savior. Mind hurts of the souls malformation. Every soul. They call it psychological but I call it a formality; super easy. Like, yes sir, your car is ready.
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Dec 17, 2014
Dec 17, 2014 at 3:50 PM UTC
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