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[ beg ]


I remember how I begged for you to come out that door, worrying for you to the extent unhealthy. I know it's not good to worry too much, yet I know it is much bad to lock yourself in three weeks. I know it's your dream, but please, don't give up on reaching.

How ironic it is for me saying those yet I gave up reaching you.

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