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Apr 2016
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On days like today I am only reminded of my regrets. My mind is filled with the loss of what ifs. When we started there was hope, God was there hope. Now, this hope has dwindled. I've spent four years of my life stuck on the possibility of what if and it has drained my being, my soul aches. As everything must come to an end, so must this. I must truly, completely give it up. I am utterly exhausted.
Madalyn
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Madalyn  USA
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