why am I the one he made cry and scream his name till I passed out. I hate my self because I let him go. he left me broken and dead inside as he is the one that made me cry.....mom don't you hear me at night no, no you don't because your not even listening to me scream and cry just cus a boy let me fall for him then I ended up with a broken heart and now the blood of that broken heart is linking out as I cry why did it have to be me.... maybe cus the world is telling me how much of a fuck up I am. I'm a boy who fell down a well of love and I hit the bottom and now I cant get out so I fill that well with the tears but still why am I the one he made cry and in the end i'm the one that has blood on my hands.
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the power of why
Short Storythe power of why is a multi point of view but it's going between different people and ages but they're all asking the same question. the word that says it all. why
