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May 2019
The past is such a strange thing. The hardships and the good times all pass by like a blur. Thousands of thoughts about the past rushing through my mind. There is only one person that has been able to help me with my thoughts but her and i are no longer as close as we used to be
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Ghost  24/M/Washington
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