I hate that there is no one left in my world who knows when I am really ok or not, that there's no one that I am comfortable sharing absolutely everything with, and so few that I can be honest with about what is inside. Logically, I know I'm not completely alone. I know I'm loved and cared for. Today, right now, it just isn't enough.
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