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Dec 2017
1) Once you have accepted the clay has molded around your feet; peel off the clay and run.
A stiff drink may help you moreover, accepting that your healing powers aren't always meant for wounded soldiers. They have battles raging in their chests. Their minds have become tombstone and you have dreamt of a more natural burial.

2) Still you feel like this is your fault and you've come accustomed to lying in mud.


3) Darling, you are meant to rub essential oils on your skin and squeeze crystals rather than boys hands.
Cat Faust
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Cat Faust  21/F/Covington, KY
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