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I don't know what it is, all I'm trying to do is live but there's always got to be something there to fuck things up. I don't understand how things just seem to burrow their way through when I'm so careful to repress them. Maybe it's my fault for not seeing it coming, in combination with my disreguard to almost everything...it's definitly catching
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