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  • Dec. 16, 2019, 8:28 a.m.
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everything is messy. I can’t think straight. I feel like I’m dying. Everything hurts so bad

I want to be loved but Isaac’s gone. He’s never coming back. No one ever comes back…I just want him to come back. I want to throw up. I don’t feel so good, I just wish Isaac was here. It hurts really bad.

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