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I'm never going to be ready. Another day or month is never going to be enough time to get ready for this. But if I wait, I will be waiting for the rest of my life. Or just until the summer washes away. Okay... I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Please don't leave me. But if you do... I guess I should've tried reaching a long time ago. But I'm here now. ...I'm here now. No matter what happens here.. I'm not dying today.
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Jul 4, 2017
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