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I wake up.

I sit in my bed all day, shivering.

My wrist feels thinner.

So do my legs.

My stomach aches.

My heart aches.


Heartaches, heartaches, what does it matter how my heart breaks?

everyday, i imagine a future where i can pass awayOpowieści tętniące życiem. Odkryj je teraz