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May 2019
I'm getting better, but it's in little steps. Steps that travel the petty distances between us.
And as long as my little steps keep bringing me closer to you, my love,
I know I will be okay.
things ****, but if i take it in little steps i think i can make it out alive.
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Bummer  17/My room
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     Eryck and Madeleine
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