“I used to be with this one guy. I thought the sun rose just to shine light on him. He was handsome and smart, and the life of the party. But oh, when we fought... It was bad... He consumed all the oxygen in the room and left nothing for me to breathe. If the sun dared to shine on me instead of him, it was may fault. The only way to keep him happy... was to make myself small.”
— Apr 25, 2021 11:07AM
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