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Dear Gallus, So I found a Dr. I have an appointment. But what was once hopeful- maybe maybe someone will figure this fucking thing out and FIX IT- has now turned to fear- what if there really is something wrong. As in seriously wrong & that means it's unfixable. I'm fucking terrified that you broke me for good. I better fucking be able to have kids, coz I swear to god if you took that away from me I will call you and yell at you until my voice gives out- and let us not forget that I talk for a living, so that won't be for a long long time. -Me |
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