I lose another part of me each time. And each time, I feel emptier and emptier. I’m sick of this. I need someone to just hold me. I don’t want to be here. I know I’m crazy but I want to go home.
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I lose another part of me each time. And each time, I feel emptier and emptier. I’m sick of this. I need someone to just hold me. I don’t want to be here. I know I’m crazy but I want to go home.
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