Fucked up journal

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I'm not ready to say goodbye. She won't let me stop her. Not anymore. I need her she's my best friend and I'd kill for her. I used to fancy her. Who wouldn't? She's perfection. She loves good music and dresses like the definition of goth. My friend has the biggest crush on her ever. I can't bear the thought of losing her. I'm about to break down I can feel it. I need an escape but she needs me more, and not for the first time I push back the bad thoughts to save someone I love. Here goes nothing I guess.

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