Chain My Heart Too, Gamma
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Later that night, I cry until my chest aches and my throat burns, tears soaking the sleeves of my shirt. I only have a year left. No matter how many times I repeat it, the words still hits me like stones, heavy and undeniable, but strangely, they don’t crush me. Instead, there’s a strange clarity, a sharpness in my chest that makes me see everything I’ve denied myself, every moment of love I’ve refused to give or accept.
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