I ring my bell but no one comes. How sad self loathing bullshit.Get a hold of yourself.
Would be so nice to have someone to take care of me other than doing all the caring. I Loathe being sick......
3.1.10
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Once upon a time, on the North Shore of Long Island, not far from New York, there was a quaint house.With lots of woods and gardens to get lost in. On these grounds lived a small girl. And life was pleasant there and very, very simple. But, then one day, the girl grew up and went beyond the walls of the grounds and found the world.
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