/r/TwoSentenceSadness
Once upon a time there was a little girl who liked herself and couldn't understand why no one else did.
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It's been 2 years since she left me. Every night I still sleep with the stuffed animal she gave me thinking about her.
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The children are all dead, and no matter how much I want it to be me instead of them, there's nothing I can do now.
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