Why is everyone lying to me? He's not dead. I know he's not dead. He's faked it so many times that when they tell me he's gone I feel nothing but bitterness that I'm hearing it again. I want to find him. I want to yell at him and hit him and make him understand that I'm not going to take that again. I want him here. I don't want this! I don't want their lies to "save me from danger".
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