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Sep 2020
Not ones able to resent me as much as I resent myself. Somethings always happening hence the we're going to hell. I wish I was strong enough to help everyone smile. But somehow I manage to make things worse. Always going through the work. Am I that toxic? Am I that bad? They say grow up you're older now. But Everyone's learned life differently we're all not looking at the same picture. Flexing back in the day was in their frame. No ones the same. Feel like I'm a go insane. I'm a bad guy to someone's story so they say my name in vain. I lost control before, always fighting my way to get to a safe door. Something that has locks that I don't have to change. But what do I know?
Nellie 55
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Nellie 55  28/M/Minnesota
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