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Image of the quote is loading... SaveSave I might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I’d had enough of trying to ignore them. - Quote by R.J. Anderson

I might not be ready to pour out my feelings to the world, but I’d had enough of trying to ignore them.

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