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dear journal,

i hope he's ok.

i feel wrecked.

i can't sleep,

and everytime i force myself to eat i just throw it back up.

the boys think i'm fine. but i'm not fine.

we get home, and i'm alone, and then the thoughts come back.

you're not good enough for him

he left because of you

it's all your fault

i feel broken.

jmrf

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