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Do you think I can do it? I see that I cannot. Are you there to help? I feel as if I’m in an empty *** To you, am I a mere burden? I sense that I’m just extra baggage, runt of the lot. Apparently you tell me I need to handle this myself? Although I would just like a hug, it would mean a lot. But in the end, this conversation? this plea? this cry? It was all for naught.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
All for Naught.
Do you think I can do it? I see that I cannot. Are you there to help? I feel as if I’m in an empty *** To you, am I a mere burden? I sense that I’m just extra baggage, runt of the lot. Apparently you tell me I need to handle this myself? Although I would just like a hug, it would mean a lot. But in the end, this conversation? this plea? this cry? It was all for naught.
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Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 7:19 AM UTC
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