Broken
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"I always look forward to speaking with him, like a young child looks forward to sliding down the big slide at the park or a kid waiting in line for the biggest moet coolest roller coaster in the whole amusement park. But, I'm stuck waiting. Stuck waiting for him to make a move or at least tell me that he cares. I'm stuck waiting for him to find out what's really going on..." -Lia
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