I can no longer think straight. Everything is so...messed up. The only thing I can do for a while to think is write. I used to do it all the time, especially when everything is so messed up with You Know Who. I used to write all sorts of stories in hopes she'd understand what I wanted to say to her. In hopes that she'd know how much I cared
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