My family, however, does not miss me. They miss some dude I used to pretend to be, and want me to pretend to be that dude again.
Which leaves me wondering if they ever really loved me at all.
I can’t even imagine that sort of feeling. I wish I could help.
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I can’t even imagine that sort of feeling. I wish I could help.
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