When I read this later

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It's not often that I need this site. I'm in a pretty damn good place. But if I don't get this off my chest, I'm going to implode. I need to ramble like a fourteen year old girl. This isn't going to come out coherently.

I almost went insane after dark. Trying not to make a sound, wired awake because our shoulders or ankles would occasionally graze eachother. I don't really know what I wanted to happen. I just wanted to get closer. It's impossible to sleep that close to him. I know that's what kept me up; I just have no idea why he was still awake.

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