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please. please call me. i know you'll listen and i want to talk. i was about to tell you and then you signed off. signed off as i sent you the story. the story of why i am fragile. i cant cry. i cant. its become physically impossible and i feel like im going to but i never do so it builds and builds and builds and i want so much to hear your voice, lovely. you called me this morning and your voice made me miss you that much more and now i would give almost anything to see the little flashing light on my phone that means i can talk to you, i can listen, i can get lost in your voice and maybe this pressure behind the eyes, this wide-eyed terrified insomnia will go away. fly away somewhere far away and i wont need to cry so it wont matter that i cant. please oh please call.