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Oct 31
I’ve been hunting the ****** that hides inside of me for years but still No Luck! in getting him out.

He’s crafty, pours his salt over every wound of mine then imposes his self limiting beliefs onto me to keep me bound and tethered because the truth of the matter is that he has no one or nothing else that will listen to him and that’s exactly the problem
Written by
Peter Gonzalez  M/Los Angeles
(M/Los Angeles)   
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