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you know things are fucked up when a mother asks her 19 year-old son if he's okay.
14.8.11
Posted by Harry
I don't even know what to write on here any more these days. I've come to the point where it might just be easier to recycle those old blog posts from last time, but somehow I can see that this time there is actually potential for resolution. Speaking of last time, I've finally let it go. (Forever).
H.
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