Heartache & Heartbreak
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This isn't fiction.
These are my thoughts.
All my pain, spread out onto a page.
I'm terrified of sharing this with someone in person,
So I'm sharing it with you all.
If any of this is familiar, if you understand or have gone through something similar,
I'm so sorry.
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