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Dearest Fred,

All I want to do is scream. Scream and cry. I want to break things, I want to throw things against the wall, scream until my voice turns hoarse, cry until I have nothing left inside me. I want to break things, let them break on the outside of me, let me feel that pain to distract me, because I cannot bear the pain that I feel inside anymore.

I cannot bear it. I cannot bear the thought that you will never come back, ever.

With love,
Ginny.

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