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Diseased Brain
{Diseased Brain}
Some day's I wish my brain worked like other's brain's did of being normal but since I was born this way I can't help it when my thinking or writing gets messed up with backwards word's or being out of place but I do fix them if I catch them
But if I could help it I would but sometimes I have no control over that and it's like chiari takes over my train of th...
Friday 1st December 2017 2:55 am
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