I'm not even sure if this may be a confession, it's more of an obsession, (didn't mean to rhyme), but why is it that I simply cannot go a single day without thinking of my social mess ups?
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I'm not even sure if this may be a confession, it's more of an obsession, (didn't mean to rhyme), but why is it that I simply cannot go a single day without thinking of my social mess ups?
