I can't handle much more. I have too much to deal with, and the more it pushes, the more I can feel my back break to accomodate. I know you take advantage of my kindness, and this is where I draw the line. You wouldn't waste your time, or the air in your lungs to listen to me cry. I want someone here, alive and real, to be what I need. It seems,
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