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Stamped: 23:03:00

Day 48.


I tried filing my taxes today, and I managed to do it all wrong.

I still remember filing taxes last year, and I was thinking to myself, that I was the luckiest girl in the world, having you to do it for me.

I hate financial stuff, and you were, for me, Godsent.



It hurts, remembering, that you used to be there for anything and everything,

And knowing now, you never will.



Again, why did you choose to leave?

How can you leave?!?!?!?


Jess

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