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i probably live in fear everyday, wondering just when it will come to an end. debra talked me through last night, where I very nearly burned my house down with a semi-wet tissue and cigarette butts (of course it was not on purpose). i figured i have to be patient. and wait. and watch. and swallow every tear that falls. i realise, that there isn't much of a difference between fearfully happy and sad. they both suck the life out of you, somehow. so, how much longer can i wait before i am completely drained?
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