Done For You
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This is a very personal story from when I got depressed and I stayed in this area called the 'Da Vinci Centre' and I sat there day in day out, not going into any classes with a laptop writing this story. I was with someone at the time and all I could think about was how I would feel if I lost him, so here it is. This is the story. I've lost him now, but he isn't with anyone... I've been so close to giving up.... It's been killing me, it truly has. :'/ I read this almost everyday thinking of what I had and how stupid I was to throw him away. So yeah, don't judge.... Please.
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