She told me to leave her alone but I told him that I want to look at the waves and she told me that the beach doesn't matter to her because what matters is to be fashionable
I die of anxiety if I don't have it I suffer because I can't stand the silence This loneliness is killing me inside I am tired of this suffering.
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