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If I could say one thing...

Chill

the

****

out.

He

was

not

perfect.

Learn

a

thing

from

me

and

(try to)

be

strong

and

(pretend to)

move

on

with

your

(boy-less)

life.

STOP.

Stop

(admitting to)

crying.

Stop

dwelling.

You

will

(eventually)

be

okay.

I promise.

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Published: May 9, 2010
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