I can't even count
how many nights
I've lied awake in bed
Or sprawled out of the bathroom floor
crying,
hurting,
scrolling through my contacts
looking for someone who would
be up this late
and would be okay
with talking about everything that's on mind,
everything that's hurting me
anything I can think of
that's bothering me
pushing me too close to the edge
it's been months
since I've succeeded
and now
I only have myself
[o.h]
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Breathless days
Teen FictionCan't understand the names of the chapters?? Guess you are gonna have to read em to find out Sad quotes, sad notes, sad stories... you get the gist
