How can it possibly be the end again? And in some of the same ways as it was last time... I was not ready for this end, and don't want to write about it really, because maybe if I don't write about it, then it's not really the end.
So I'll just be off, with tear-stained eyes, to pack up my room, load up my car, and settle in for the night. Without him.
21 hours ago
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