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Jul 2016
My hatred for this town is growing at an exponential rate. I fear I'm walking on the edge n about to slip off into the deep end just praying I can swim. If I don't find a place and a job in another state soon idk how everyone around me is going to fair but I'm positive they won't like me for my actions and behavior.
Stacy Mills
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Stacy Mills  Michigan
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