I lay under the covers now. Just to cry until my heart stops breaking.
Not even the darkness sees my tears.
It's cold, but I shiver only in sadness now at all the things I've heard tonight.
Sometimes I need to be reminded that it's not just me. But why her? I deserve more torture first.
And theres nothing I can do. As ever. Just sit here and pray that everything just goes away. Or I can go away from everything.
I just want it to stop.















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