I wish I was a doll sometimes. Something made of silicone and plastic. Something that doesn't need to feel, doesn't need to be loved, doen't need someone to call. You could tear my arm off and I wouldn't feel anything. You could tear out my plastic heart and I still wouldn't feel anything....I wouldn't have this paranoia that he was losing
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I'm here for you. You know where to find me. I think we both need each other at this time (at least for hugs).
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