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Summ new

Feels good to be happy, so glad I beat depression. Found out love is a drug, and also a lethal weapon. Bullets of fake love when the gun is in the wrong possession. Shooting in my direction, motives are still in question. Learning valuble lessons, and walking in all my blessings. Life is great, attacking my mistakes. Everything happens for a reason, no need to question fate.

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