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the volley is casual my folly is actual im sorry i have nothing to say my mind stumbles like always dont want you to think, im bored of you just have these mental blocks, that i cant push through lock away everything inside put up the walls and cowardly hide i have a hard time being really real does that make sense, do you get how i feel im annoying and im an *** too yet youre still supportive and sweet, beautifully you im sorry
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 8:08 PM UTC
one off the françois vase
the volley is casual my folly is actual im sorry i have nothing to say my mind stumbles like always dont want you to think, im bored of you just have these mental blocks, that i cant push through lock away everything inside put up the walls and cowardly hide i have a hard time being really real does that make sense, do you get how i feel im annoying and im an *** too yet youre still supportive and sweet, beautifully you im sorry
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Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 8:08 PM UTC
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