I remember wheezing because I cried so hard over you. My chest tightened and my lungs tried to rebel, and when I looked at you, a darkness fell over me and took away my breath. I can't look at you anymore because you aren't here. You're buried six feet under the earth and no one wants to live anymore because you took yourself away. I learned the hard way that memories don't ever die.
Just the people who made them do.
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Cover It Up
RandomWhen I'm alone, thoughts come into my head. These thoughts make sentences and sentences stories. I'm going to put them all right here...
