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Friends. They're weird, they help you, they hurt you, they love you. My two friends. They call me strong. I like it. They call me tough. I like it. They say I have high pain tolerance. I like it…? No, ***** that. When they say that, all it brings back is the years where I was beat every day. They mean well. But it haunts me, the fact that I have a high pain tolerance but I grew it. I didn't have it naturally. I grew it. Because I was beaten to the point where I COULDN'T FEEL ANYMORE. That's what happens. You just get beat enough to the point where you don't feel it anymore. This can’t happen anymore. We need to end it. This can't happen anymore.
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Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
Friends
Friends. They're weird, they help you, they hurt you, they love you. My two friends. They call me strong. I like it. They call me tough. I like it. They say I have high pain tolerance. I like it…? No, ***** that. When they say that, all it brings back is the years where I was beat every day. They mean well. But it haunts me, the fact that I have a high pain tolerance but I grew it. I didn't have it naturally. I grew it. Because I was beaten to the point where I COULDN'T FEEL ANYMORE. That's what happens. You just get beat enough to the point where you don't feel it anymore. This can’t happen anymore. We need to end it. This can't happen anymore.
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Lucky_1430
14/FTM/United States
Feb 15, 2025
Feb 15, 2025 at 3:00 PM UTC
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