Friday, 27.04.
Michael,
I'm so sorry, I've done it again. Blood's everywhere. I don't want you to see me like that, it'll tear your heart out of your chest. I was convinced I'd be strong enough.
I'm dying to see you, but I don't want you to see me like that. Covered in blood and scars, filled with emptiness and sorrow.
We all live in sorrow
I'm sorry
Zia
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Hold On Till May | m.c.
Short StoryShe thinks she wants to die, but in reality she just wants to be saved. © BeMineStyles
