Stay but don't Stay
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My bed is the only thing that makes me happy. With the blankets and the covers, the pillows and the stuffed toys that make me feel safe at night. It's the thing that I can't live without. It's my one true love. Nothing could ever take its place. Until one day, I had a chance of a lifetime, but, at the time, it seemed like a meer chance at life.
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