"I'm afraid I lost you and I don't like that feeling because you promised you would stay and I can feel my world crumbling slowly as I come to realize you might be breaking that promise I'm so sorry that I couldn't help you. I wish I could take the pain away and make you happy but if I do that you will be living a lie and I can't do that to you I hope you can grow from this pain and become a new person you love to the max."
I cried for nights knowing they will never see this because when it comes to writing words like this or any type of words it is blinded. Even if you write it to the people you love a million times these words are meaningless, but at least it is not meaningless to me, right? I'm swept away with the wind of sorrows to be buried in a pit of broken promises, but I'm okay with that. I'm okay with that because if I build a strong enough ladder to come out of it, it will be something I can be proud of. If.
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Casuale~drabbles of anything~ Testing out new genres of writing:) TW: murder, death, suicide. If there are more it will be added in the beginning of the chapter.
