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when did the butterflies in my stomach transform into a nauseating pit of anxiety?
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Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 12:45 PM UTC
love turned nasty
when did the butterflies in my stomach transform into a nauseating pit of anxiety?
love can be patient and kind but also stressful and cruel.
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Jan 30, 2022
Jan 30, 2022 at 12:45 PM UTC
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