but I don't. I am supposed to be strong...but I'm not. I am responsible for four small human beings and I'm doing a horrible job...I have a soulmate but I don't think he loves me anymore...I am sad and Christmas is coming...again. I hate my life...and I feel guilty for thinking that.
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