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Sunday, December 11, 2011
This old lady told me I would be a miserable dissaster till my mid twenties. That this prison cell of a mind would control and carry me through the years, kicking and screaming. And eventualy things would settle down on their own. She claimed to be a psychic. I claimed to be a teenager with hormones.
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