#14

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I'm scared. I don't want to let you go. You're the mornings that remind me I'm alive and the evenings that remind me I made it through the day. You're what stops me from standing up to that noose. You're my little ray of hope and now you're leaving. 

Excerpt from a book I will never write #14

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