You're like my sister. Better than the real one I have.
7 years, you took care of me.
Half of my life and one third of yours.
And now that you're going back.
All of us have to start learning to take care of ourselves
And stop depending on others.
You know I love you. How then, can I bear to see you leave?
( 8 December, I swear I'll cry like some effing dog.)
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