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Feb 2017
You've been gone for three weeks. Not that I've been counting or anything. "It's not a big deal", you say. As if me losing sleep over you is practically nothing. And for ***** sake, you can't tell me not to worry. You're too important to me. So don't ******* tell me to not worry. Three weeks? You could've called me. I know you're not doing well. But we tell each other everything. Or at least, we used to. I told you I was about to commit suicide and you helped me come out of the hole I was in. You shut me out. You've never done that before. If that ain't a red flag, then I don't know what is. So please. Don't disappear on me like that again. I can't go through that again. I love you too much to let this eat at you. Let me in. Let me be there for you. It's my turn to help you out of the hole you've been hiding in.
Samantha Francesca
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Samantha Francesca  F
   Ryan Hoysan
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