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Dear Gallus, So I keep reading more stuff and it just makes me feel worse. I read it and I get that stabbing pain in my chest, like when I think about us. The worst part about it is that knowing I have this confirms what I feared all along- there really is something wrong with me. And I just want you to be here to hold me and tell me that it doesn't matter anyway, but I can't even speak to you. And I can't stop crying. -Me |
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