Justin Bieber's Missing? (Sequel to Justin Bieber's Gay?)
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They kept saying I was going to get through this - that it would all just go away in a matter of time. But they didn't know how it felt. They didn't know what it felt like to see the love of my life wake up and not know what I was to him. To him I was just... Carter. And along with Jane and Kat, I was basically nothing to him.
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