You don't have to be ashamed, because you're a miracle through and through...

Two goodbyes. In one night. Two totally different goodbyes, too. I hate that. I hate it so much. I don't like goodbye. Whether it's only for a month or only until the girls decide to take a road trip or whatever. I don't like it. I want them to not leave. I want to stay here and I want them to stay here and I don't want anyone to go anywhere. I hate goodbye.

Copeland is my antidepressant.




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