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This feels like hell.
I do not wish to be in this position again.
I feel like I’m going to explode from the amount of things I’ve kept.
I do not understand why I allow myself to be vulnerable.
Sensitive. Fragile. Unstable.
I don’t think I’m suited to be a partner for anyone ill like I.
I don’t want to breathe, but only to escape.
Please let me go.
I cannot continue feeling this way.
Please stop hurting yourself and I.
I can’t take it.
I’m tired, love.
I can’t do this to you anymore.
None of us can. It hurts too much.
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