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It's hard not knowing who you can trust. It's hard not having someone who'll be there for you. Who you can be yourself with, without fear of judgement or repercusion. Who will look out for you, as you would them. Who will laugh with you, and sit with you when you cry. It's hard not having all of those things. Especially not in a small town like this one. I should get out of here soon.

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