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Dear Jack,

Promises are made to be broken. Just like you broke me. I'm hurting so bad it hurts so much. How dare I even think about letting you in. You fucked me over, once again.

I want to die so much

But I won't let you win.

I'll stay alive, being as depressed as I can be and smile as my frown tears you apart.

I want you dead, Jack Barakat.

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