I can't do it. I simply cannot. My heart needs a lot more healing. I feel like the Grinch; it's three sizes too small. I can't expect myself to give love to someone when there's barely enough room in there anyways. Svea is my medication, my anti-biotics. I've stitched up the holes and sutchered the wound; I've stopped going to sleep at night
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