Dear God,
I know I'm probably being stubborn about how I'm handling this. I know there's nothing new here that others haven't been finding ways to deal with for ages.
I also know it's killing me. I know, killing me is what it's supposed to be about. Sometimes, I just wish you'd finish the process.
I know: you know best, and you love me. Even though I know I don't feel like it from my heart sometimes: thanks.
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