I write this with a heavy heart. He is gone and although it is not death I feel so inmune to anything, dead in a far worse state. I cried so much today. I felt like a faucet, except I couldn't turn it off. This makes no sense. I don't make sense. I had to sleep so I wouldn't think about my own misery. I regret so much. I regret not loving him
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