Excerpt #9

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Sometimes I feel like you're sick of me. At the beginning I felt like you wanted me there, but now I'm not so sure. I didn't like you because you gave me attention. I liked you because of the way you looked at life. Don't tell me that was a lie, and that now you're done with me. Don't tell me you're moving on, and you don't need me anymore. Please don't leave. I still need you, I still want you.

-J.Z. // Excerpt from a book I'll never write. #9

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