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The Hole I Dug, The Girl Who Climbed Out

If you know me—and I mean know me—you know I love to write. I love to draw and paint, too. All for cathartic release, of course. So there’ll be times none of this makes sense, or sounds normal. But it’s not for you anymore. It’s for me. I’ve been holding back a lot. Especially writing. Because I get in my head—just like you do—about who the fuck cares what I have to say. But here we are. Because I  care. So this is your moment. Turn back now if you’re not into the internal mo

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