The only thing that keeps me awake during the day is your smile in your pictures and in your videos. The reasons why I can't sleep at night are your smile and you being online.
But somehow I find the energy to get up every day, I open my eyes every morning. I know you'd have liked me to do it, back then. I know you would've liked me to eat and drink, back then. Maybe you don't care anymore but it doesn't matter. What matters is that you once wanted me to do it. So I drink a bottle of coffee and a Tequila. But I can't eat anymore. Today is worse than others. It has become worse lately. I can't stand it anymore. Your smile hurts too much, it doesn't help me anymore. I slowly leave my room. I don't care how shitty I look, I don't care how empty I feel. It doesn't matter because I slowly walk towards the Golden. And I stare at your stories and I see people I used to know on the street smiling at you and laughing with your friends. And then I hear your voice screaming with happiness. And I can see you on my phone and hear you in my ears and you tell me you're gonna come back.
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Historia Corta𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚘𝚠 You threw me out of a window. And I am falling. I am about to land. To break into thousands of pieces - again. HUGE TRIGGER WARNING suicide...
