I don’t want to be the strong one, for once. Just this time, I’d like to be able to sit back and be weak, just this time. Maybe it will hurt less if I just accept it and let it consume me.
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you have no idea how much i wish right now that i were bulletproof.
if i were? i’d stand in front of you if you wanted me to? heh…
crying helps if you can…
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I would love to cry, that is what my body feels like doing, but I don’t have any more tears.
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{{{{ HUG }}}}
Anything I can do, don’t hesitate to ask!
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Thanks *hugs*
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