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confession #32
i cry a bit every time i step on a snail after the rain
#67 i dream in movies
56 dolls creep me out
30 chinchillas are my ideal pet
88 i love pink donuts
77 i used to sell drugs
79 i blame myself for what the coke did to him
49 sometimes im psychic
66 i had wear foot braces like forest gump as a baby
107 i've only been in one romantic relationship
44 i really don't like chocolaty things
45 chocolate and mint don't go together
61 sometimes i put marshmallows on pizza
24 i cut myself once
33 there are scars i cant remember
11 im scared of failing
18 im scared of failing
95 im terrified of failing
96 im afraid to succeed
3 a ninja is the only thing I dream of being
8 i can only snap my fingers on my left hand
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