Sometimes the jokes go to far, but I still laugh at them because I know that if I say something you'll only laugh at me more.
So I sit and I smile and pretend everything is okay so that I can try have a normal life, but eventually I wont be able to handle it anymore and you'll be able to see me soaking in my blood filled tub.
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Her Favourite Color Is Yellow
PoetryA collection of poems and thoughts, my all-consuming love, my everything... How it feels to find love, to lose it and to get it back. Also a couple of letters to people who mean a lot to me.
