Why do you do this to yourself he said while tracing his hands over my scars
"I don't know "I whisper.
I layed down on the grass and closed my eyes wishing to not exist at this moment .
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Stop thinking about that
About what?
About dying
YOU ARE READING
Lost
Short StoryA girl battling with depression living a whimsical lost adventure called life with a boy and deals with obstacles that comes through the way
