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I know this wonderful girl named “N”. I love her so much… but I hate her. I feel rotten to the core. She loves me unconditionally and helps me whenever I need it. But she doesn’t understand. She thinks she can help. She can’t. I wish N could help. But I wish even more that I could just be normal.


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