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2024-10-29 19:42:56“You don’t know your worth,” I sang aloud, pointing my broomstick at Stitch. The black and white dog was curled up on my loveseat, laying atop a pillow. He was in the middle of a nap but decided to still pay respect to my concert by opening a single eye and giving a wag of his tail.
“Finding someone you know will put you first! Find someone who loves you at your worst” I continued as I swept my living room.
Today seemed like a good enough day as any to do a little cleaning, so I decided to do so to keep my mind occupied. Last night was a crazy one. I wante
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