There's one thing in my life that I know really is not my fault, but a little part of me blames it on myself...I don't think about it much, and can reason myself out of it, but I wonder if that's what's causing it.
Stress might be the thing. Or maybe my imagination is just overactive. I'm not exactly a masochist, though.
Stress might be the thing. Or maybe my imagination is just overactive. I'm not exactly a masochist, though.
STONEWALL WAS A RIOT

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