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I want Ellen to be happy. I want her to believe me when I say it will get better. But she won't. It distresses me. God, and my parents are being fucking arseholes at the moment too. Ellen is much lovelier than them. I love her far more. Does that make me a bad person? Probably. They make me feel that way anyway. |
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