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Oct 9
I can't tell you when it started. My ears ring when bad thoughts are thought of me, I sense them and my ears ring. I don't confront because what is the point of sounding crazy of an outburst demanding "why don't you say that out loud to my face?" My ears ring when gossip is said about me. I ignore it only to be in the center of an accusation. What is this gift? how do I benefit from it? Stand guard for the advisory the Devil is out to devour and destroy.
Written by
Casper Alexander  40/M/Buena Park
(40/M/Buena Park)   
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