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I used to think that...
...love was enough.
...I'd be married and have at least one child by now (28y/o).
...if I gave him what he wanted, he'd give me what I wanted (go 'head WTE!!!)
...broccoli was nasty.
...it was ok to relax my hair.
...people didn't see ME.
...I would never find the love that I want
(I have more, but I have to go, lol)
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