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Dear Issac,

I can't do this anymore.

Why aren't you back yet?

Where did you go?

Why did you go?

The tears just won't stop, and they're dripping onto the picture with you in it. Our picture. The tears are falling on my face, not yours. Why are they only going on mine? Am I the only one who is in pain?

Issac, I know you care. You do care. You are caring. You care from somewhere, some place other than where I am.

Please come back.

Please.

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