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are we out of the woods yet?

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I sit and stare into space. She's actually gone. She left. She actually packed up and left.

I can't blame her, who could handle me? I was like bipolar- but worse. I was like a hurricane- but worse. I could never be the same. She found herself.

whilst I was still stuck in the woods.

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