Dear Lizzie,
It's been almost eight months. My shrink says I'm depressed. She put me on these little blue pills that make me numb.
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Dear Lizzie
ContoDear Lizzie, Everyone says you’re gone. But you can’t be—you’re Lizzie. You just can’t. But you really are, aren’t you? // letters written by a girl who just wants her best friend back
