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Our affair was not intense. Well, I made it intense for me, because I'm ****** up, but it was far far from some grand all-consuming passion. There was no romantic love. It was desperation, loneliness, and selfishness. I just do not ******* know how to forgive myself. I just do not ******* know how to forgive myself.
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Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
I just do not ******* know how to forgive myself
Our affair was not intense. Well, I made it intense for me, because I'm ****** up, but it was far far from some grand all-consuming passion. There was no romantic love. It was desperation, loneliness, and selfishness. I just do not ******* know how to forgive myself. I just do not ******* know how to forgive myself.
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57/Cisgender Female/Centralia, Washington
Mar 3, 2021
Mar 3, 2021 at 1:35 PM UTC
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