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Our affair was not intense. Well, I made it intense for me, because I'm fucked 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 fucking know how to forgive myself. I just do not fucking know how to forgive myself.

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57 / Cisgender Female / Centralia, Washington

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57 / Cisgender Female / Centralia, Washington

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Mar 3, 2021

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