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Told my therapist I was burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. Had been for two days since his name reappeared on Facebook. "Do we know that he's still living?" she asked. I said yes. Lied. I could not consider the alternative. Will anyone tell me when he dies? Or will they let him live in my burning, freezing skin forever?
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Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
Living
Told my therapist I was burning hot and freezing cold at the same time. Had been for two days since his name reappeared on Facebook. "Do we know that he's still living?" she asked. I said yes. Lied. I could not consider the alternative. Will anyone tell me when he dies? Or will they let him live in my burning, freezing skin forever?
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25/M/Maine, USA
Dec 21, 2019
Dec 21, 2019 at 8:18 PM UTC
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