He left me.
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Please, I beg, don’t leave me. I’d rather eat a gecko then lose you.
Sometimes I can’t say the things I want to because I either forget or I can’t talk from shock or because I’m crying, or I’m scared it will come out wrong. I don’t think I’ve told you, (I might have) but you’re most of the reason why I stopped cutting, it took a while but you did so much just being with me, and I never knew how it hurt you too, when I heard about you crying I felt like crying, I’m sorry for putting you through that :( I hope that things will go back to normal, so bad. It’s literally all I’ve been thinking of these past days, I worry so much and it kills me, I cry and when I do I can’t stop myself because all my negative thoughts come back and I can’t handle it, something no one knows is that, I actually pray at night about things, most of the time I pray that I won’t lose you because losing you is my ultimate fear, more than geckos. I love you.
SUNSHINE: Please take your time to read this.
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