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Hello, friend! This post has been password protected for the following reason:

“Because I’m fifty shades of fucked up, Anastasia.”

Because it might probably will disturb you to know the reality inside my brain.

White matter, grey matter, red mush. With cream.

Usually I will be happy to tell you the password if I have at least some inkling of who you are, or sometimes there are clues in the reason. If you have trouble, just ask.

Protected: imagine