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Got sad news this morning. Important person in me past is gone bye bye. I shoulda kept in contact better, ya know? I wishes. But I did not. Now, I look but she died in 2019. I did not know. And now knowing is sadddd. Cheeks wetted then when I cried. But snuggled out, got dry and better and then had regular scheduled therapy. And more wet cheeks there now too. And and and now all day and now too it’s like am I who? I feel like so many and at the same, too. I feel I know all every kind at once. From second to min I changing and no one can grasp enough. I sad very very much saddd. No bye byes. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone. Gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone gone
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“The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven.”
— John Milton, Paradise Lost
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