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Mar 2021
Our affair was not intense.
Well, I made it intense for me, because I'm ****** up, but it was far far from some grand all-consuming passion.
There was no romantic love.
It was desperation, loneliness, and selfishness.

I just do not ******* know how to forgive myself.

I just do not ******* know how to forgive myself.
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Coco Densmore  57/Cisgender Female/Centralia, Washington
(57/Cisgender Female/Centralia, Washington)   
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