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“Because any time I’d given someone a part of myself that was vulnerable, they’d crushed it. There was no point trying. Not when I needed too much. When my heart was an open, gaping black hole—and I was “too much” for anyone to handle.”

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Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions

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