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'I love you' A simple phrase that means so much. Just three little words. It seems so easy to say but it can be the hardest thing. 'I hate you' A simple phrase that is pushed around. Still just three little words. It is very easy to say but it's confusing. Sometimes you don't mean it but when you do it hurts. I've heard these two phrases so much. For so long. But it still hurts. Why? I guess people only know so much. Avery Sallows is in a tough relationship which is defined by the alcohol running through her boyfriends system. she is drowning in the relationship and needs someone to come and pull her to the surface to breathe. luckily someone new notices and unknowingly saves her from the depths.
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