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Mar 2019
Lately I just want to be alone and curl up into a big sad ball, but even a ball could roll out of bed. So I guess I’m more like a sad puddle that most people avoid until they step on me and suddenly it’s my fault they weren’t paying attention. That’s what it seems like anyway. Like I’ll always be in the way and all I give will never be enough.
Alexis
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Alexis  24/F/california
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   ---, Fecundeity and Jolan Lade
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