It's almost five am. I've avoided my bed because it seems small and empty. And my old room, doesn't seem like my room. I miss him, but I'm not sure exactly what about him I miss. I feel horrible, confused, ashamed, embarrassed. I can't even really talk about it. All the lies. At times I wonder why I left. If there wasn't more I could do to actually
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