maybe if i stare at the screen for a few minutes something will come to mind this all
the 28th, 5th, 12th and 19th. 28th 5th 12th 19th. 28 5 12 19. 285121928512192851219 i fucking hate numbers makes senseappointments upon appointments upon appointments [8am]. where's the finish line? to"i wasn't a very good mother" "well, i'm not dead or in therapy, so you did something right" me
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