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When my heart broke it was because I was told my life might be short. When my heart broke I realized I might not want to fight. To fight life I feel as if the reasons I had to fight have died. That is the sickest part of it all.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
Sick
When my heart broke it was because I was told my life might be short. When my heart broke I realized I might not want to fight. To fight life I feel as if the reasons I had to fight have died. That is the sickest part of it all.
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Jul 7, 2019
Jul 7, 2019 at 11:26 PM UTC
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