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Til death do us part

Part of me wants to get married, you know for better for worse and all that jazz. The til deth part bothers me. Being married 50 or so years and somebody dieing and the other being miserable. No thanks. Then the other part of me gets anxiety thinking one person for the rest of my life. I never even said I love you to a boyfriend and... I can't breath.

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