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My request
07/18/2004 02:28 a.m.
Don't go...let this just be another one of your whims...something you just mention and is never to be fulfilled, let it be like the promises you've made me. Do whatever you have to, just don't go. Don't leave me again, don't leave me here, even though I'm not "here". StopStopStopStopStopStopStop........................Be happy with less. It seems you're so far gone already, don't put the actual space between us. Everyone is going and moving on. But you told me once that there'd always be us, that we'd find each other again through anything, that somehow a love this strong could control the tides and the sunsets and the moments and the months and the miles. STOP. Dont' go....Atlanta is too far and holds no happiness for you, no happiness without me and you.
I am currently Helpless

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