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Monday, April 14

Deny.

I don't want to go away.

It's really that simple. It's really that complicated. I don't want to think about it. I don't want to be aware of it. I don't want to be there when it happens.

"You are my home, now."

I wish I knew what my home is, who my home is, where my home is. I'm so tired.

I'm so tired of this.

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