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my anchors are scared about the way every small wave nearly overwhelms me my balance is off and I usually fall flat onto a bed for days on end these are excuses in mirrors fitting a square peg in a round hole
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
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my anchors are scared about the way every small wave nearly overwhelms me my balance is off and I usually fall flat onto a bed for days on end these are excuses in mirrors fitting a square peg in a round hole
allan-frei
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Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 12:20 PM UTC
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