remembering the day I went with a group of girls in 5th grade to a mountain in lebanon and looked over at the meadow as a cloud engulfed us and feeling the chilly breeze
my mom always called me charming. I always thought I was manipulative.
did I manipulate myself into believing I was? no. I know it was self sabotage.
or is it?
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