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Jun 2022
Dear diary,
I use to feel trap like a prisoner within these walls.
Now… I just see the real problem
It’s me!
I got trust issues And I’m way to possessive.
Maybe I just need sleep but the xo  won’t let him.
I smell smoke
There is something on fire
Or is it just me again slowly burning thoughts until the feelings expire.

…sometimes I wonder can we get much higher ?
Mr Xelle
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Mr Xelle  29/M/United States
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