I Still Exist

I Still Exist

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Dear Ethan, Hey, it's Callie. I'm not sure if you remember me or not. I know it's been quite a while. I just wrote you to let you know the real reason why I left. Alexis got injured and everyone blamed me. Including my boyfriend. People began hating me for something I didn't do. Something I would never do. I've apologized, but people still blame me. I was your girlfriend; you became distant. I could see that you began hating me. I left after the party. Well, during. I guess what I'm trying to say is that I'm a human too. I exist in this world just like you. But you don't care. Katelyn was born and she's very healthy and happy. I wish things could be different because she would absolutely love you and you would love her. But I guess daddy won't be coming around anytime soon. Anyway, please tell my parents that I love and miss them. PS, I still exist.
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