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That night, amidst the tears, I dreamt, once again, about Sarah. We were standing alone in a room, I had no idea where we were, and Sarah was crying."..
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Even though you still talk pretty frequently, it's nothing compared to how it used to be. She's obviously moved on, and you know that you should too, ..
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Despite your sadness, life goes on. You're halfway done with your last year of high school (finally), and, to your surprise, you're surviving quite ni..
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This story is a true story, so I would like some good old-fashioned honest feed back.
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