From babbling brook to class V rapidsand everything between. I don’t understand my mind. It’s that simple. It is my one love, my greatest asset and simultaneously the only thing I believe I am truly afraid of. It serves me in a way I do not understand, like a dysfunctional relationship full of oxymoronic passiveContinueContinue reading “oxymoronic passive aggressive games”
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