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Dear self,

I thought you were getting better. I thought everything was just a one-time thing. But you have to fucking realize it's NOT. You're RUINING my FUCKING LIFE. Can't you fucking be ideal? I will always love you, but now, all I feel is hatred. I want to die. We want to die. Why are you stopping yourself? You've got some issues, so please, calm the fuck down.

Yours truly

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