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I ask myself: "What is your ******* problem?!" Until I achingly realize, I do not have a problem. I am the problem.
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Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
Galled
I ask myself: "What is your ******* problem?!" Until I achingly realize, I do not have a problem. I am the problem.
Galled: painfully having the skin scraped off - Seems like I got to the underlying cause of the issue. Me. -
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24/Amsterdam
Jun 9, 2020
Jun 9, 2020 at 4:29 PM UTC
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