You are what is killing me. Some day soon I will be completely dead inside. A body with no soul. That day may come tomorrow when I see you again, or perhaps I'll be strong enough to last out the week. I'm not sure. I wish I could hate you for it, but I can't. I say I do, but I don't. I just want to. I wish you understood what it is like to have a
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you don't just write this and not expect a reaction
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