i want to jump in my car, drive to your house, run inside and hug you and comfort you and tell you i don't hate you. actually, it's not that i want to, but that i feel like i have to, that i should. i'm torn in two. i want my brother back and i'm sick of "being an only child." but i feel like if i don't keep this going, that i've lost. i know that
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