It was the classic bad one that stopped me tripping.
It wasn't seeing anything nasty, it was entirely mental - convinced myself I was absolute scum, in ball-breaking detail. Took me about three months to get right.
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My acid experimentation was mainly good, a few bad ones and like you a really bad one.
Had flashbacks for years which coincided with anxiety/panic attacks.
Remember kids, drugs are for mugs. Stick with your dinners.
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Whato_Jeeves Did your surgery require a vaginal mesh patch?,
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