There's so much between us. But nothing matters. You're just there for me. I'm crying my eyes out. If I had one, my soul would leave my body, so many tears dry on your skin. Why do they dry on your skin? I don't know. I don't know why you did me that favour and took off your shirt. I didn't ask you to. You just knew I needed it.
In general, you just somehow know what I need. I need your hands softly touching me. I need your breath moving my hair. I need your lips on my forehead. I don't need your voice. I just need you.
And you give yourself to me.
I don't think about how this is gonna end. I don't think about whether I'm just gonna harm you again. I don't think about your friends who must be waiting somewhere. I don't think about what anyone thinks of me. All I care about is you. And that you are here. For me. And you are.
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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...
