all those hours and minutes you vented to me about how you were feeling, wasted. i tried to help and now i feel as if it's my fault that you left. you told me you were getting better, damn you were some liar. those endless texts asking if you were okay and you giving me a simple "yes" each time. how could of i been so blind? you weren't okay. i was happy when you told me that you were feeling better and i thought you were too but who can define happiness when you played that role so perfectly that it fooled me. god dammit, you taught me the meaning of life when you couldn't even see the meaning of yours.
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until we meet again - a dazai story
Cerita Pendekthose sparkling brown eyes now tired and low. you see him half dead on the bedroom floor
