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Nov 2024
I cannot run.
I cannot talk.
I cannot breathe.
You hide from me.
Man I hate it when this happens, feeling it right now, but it will lift :)
BipolarBear
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BipolarBear  19/F/South Africa
(19/F/South Africa)   
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