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“It was my first time falling in love, and I fell so hard it almost felt ridiculous. Problems that once weighed on me no longer mattered; love had a way of distracting me, pulling me in, keeping me on edge, and driving me to the brink of insanity even though I kept insisting I wasn’t losing it.”

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To Hell With You

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