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And there are mornings like this where I can’t get out from under my faulty beliefs and tragic reality. I know but refuse to believe and so I hold this bile in my chest. I feel disrespected by myself and everyone else.

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IndigoB

21 / F / Ether

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IndigoB

21 / F / Ether

Published

Oct 21, 2017

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