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Dec 2022
There's no blessing?
Can you give me the whole message?
Think I got sick of all the questions.
You asking me? Is this off the record?
It turns me on, just to be reckless.
Make me a weapon
Let me take on all of the pressure.
Of the human race, I put effort.
In everything, I cannot forget us.
So everyday feels like it echoes.
Always learning
Chree
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Chree  30/M/Discovery
(30/M/Discovery)   
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     --- and Cognitive Conflict
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