God made this year for me to face my problems. Good. Because all next year I can solve them. And then my life won't be so bad. Lately I have been so wide open to everything...my mind, my arms, my legs...
I hate being the other person. The last resort. I hate it when your original friend is being a bitch. A whore. Doesn't seem herself. And you have
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