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Dear FutureMe,
And she finally gave up. Dropped the fake smile and whispered to herself, "I can't do this anymore"
I really really can't do this anymore. The only reason why am holding tight is because my kids are still too young. But deep inside, am dead and rotting. I hate this life, I wish I could stop living, if only I could be sure my children won't miss me when am gone
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