The memory is fading away. Not their death but the memory of THEM. I've been dreaming of us. I still remember their laugh, their smile, and how it all happened. I just have one question, why did they let me live? Why not take my life and spare their lives? It just doesn't make any sense. Why me?
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Me and My Broken Heart
Fanfictionyou're just gonna see for yourself! sorry don't be mad at meh! I'm just lazeh! ^-^
