Dear Mr. Best Friend,I don't want to do this. Idon'twantoIdon'twanttoIdon'twantto.
But I have to. I have to. You have no idea what this is doing to me.
Once again, I have trapped myself in a delicate web of lies that becomes bigger and more fragile everyday.
I have to get out of it.
Because everyone knows it's not going to end well.
Well, everyone except you of course.
I am so lost.
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