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Dear Luke,

2 weeks without you. I'm sorry I haven't written to you in a week. Please don't be mad. It's just hard. I've been sitting at home. I can't eat. I can't sleep. It's hard to breathe. I don't want to breathe without you, Luke. You are my oxygen. Without you I am lifeless. I don't like this feeling Luke. I don't like it at all. The boys don't like seeing me like this either. I can tell. But you know what? For the first time since you left, I can see exactly why you did. And it's not a good feeling.

Love,

Kate

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