everything stood still when you left. I couldn't breathe. Everything locked in place.
Nothing means anything anymore. Im desperate, desperate for anything, anyone.
Incomplete.
Life held no purpose if not to live it with you.
Standing alone, a nightmare that came to life.
I can't breathe.
Sorry it's so short- it was just something hiding in my notes.
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short storie quickies
Short Storywsp im back from da dead w/o stony and still no bitches. I'll take some ideas for angst and romance For my random characters or whatva.. prob wont be here much but.. good nuff? super short one shots to just idfk- poetry?? stuff I wrote in my notes...
