I feel my eyes burning in their sockets, and my body has been never weaker than this.
What have I done to myself?
Is this even worth it? Is there anything ever worth it? Who decides what is worthy and what is not? Me, or the prejudices of the people around me?
What have I done to me? Do I deserve it? Do they deserve it? I look at my crumpled dress and let my fingers grace on the frizzled ends of the balls my hair has become.
It was dusk already and I think it's time. Enough is enough.
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FanfictionIs love overrated? Can it be above me? Don't I matter? Do I need someone to complete myself? Can't I be complete myself? Cant I be content with what I have and whom I have? Well, I'm in a good space now anyway. But then that happened. Find yourself...
