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My life is stress. I don't know how to write anymore. That's why I don't. My dad is an ass. An alcoholic ass and why does that still surprise me after all of this time. Oh, Alyssa and I both...


I've probably written you five thousand letters in my head. Five thousand letters I never sent. Sometime I think I might trade it all to be in that orange cavalier with you sitting next to me o...


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