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I feel like I’m in the desert, barely surviving, trying to hold on. Some days I feel like gasoline; today I was fumes again. But I’m still trying. Still praying. Still talking to you. Thank you for letting me be honest. I love you.
I feel like I’m in the desert, barely surviving, trying to hold on. Some days I feel like gasoline; today I was fumes again. But I’m still trying. Still praying. Still talking to you. Thank you for letting me be honest. I love you.