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i dont understand how talking to you can be so agonizing, but so exciting at the same time.
my chest is tight and i feel like crying, but isnt this supposed to be a happy thing, us talking?
i dont know how i can hate this so much, im so uncomfortable in a place that once was one of my only refuges, one of the only places i felt truly loved.
im thinking of how i miss your hugs.
do you even really want to talk to me anymore?