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Dec 2014
And it’s true some days I still can’t breathe when I think about you.
I’m filled with envy that she is the object of your affection.
I see red, and my throat constricts.
But then I remember,
you are only one person.
One love.
There will be others.
It’s not the end of the world, even if it feels like it some days."
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Caitlin
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