In 1996, my partner died of AIDS. Now my roommates are moving one - ones in which I felt as in a family. It's breaking my heart. I dream they're driving away and forgetting me. I cry every day and it's affecting my health. I am short of breath and have a little chest pain. Can anyone relate?
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