Survive
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"I fucking hate that I'm so sensitive. I fucking hate that I get attached so easily and when I do I lose myself completely. I fucking hate that I can't express my feelings and they just build up inside me and torture me. I fucking hate that I'm always afraid people will leave me. I fucking hate that I'm never good enough."
"Why"
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