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Your Not Replaceable
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Ongoing, First published Mar 11, 2019
I never met him before. Two and a half years with him, and I've never met him before.  If you ask me if I love him, I would say: Yes, I love him with all my heart!
All my friends and family says that he's cat-fishing me, that he's fake. And of course I would just blow it off as blasphemy, but now..I don't know.

A car pulls up to my house. Excitement builds up in my chest. He's here. He's finally here. It seems like a million years, when he finally gets out the car. My excitement is plummeted when I see him.
"I'm sorry Alli..." John Antman, the same voice I talked my problems to, the same guy I spent two and a half years with. The guy I gave my whole heart to.
My knees felt like it was going to give out, as my heart breaks.
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