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Mar 2019
I suffer from my own made up complexes.
Building walls not bridges,
Isolating myself from everyone and him.
It's not yet clear.
My mind is in chaos.
My head is messed up.
Is it just me?
Or him?
Or maybe us?
ana laag
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ana laag  100/F/Middle of Nowhere
(100/F/Middle of Nowhere)   
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