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𝙏𝙃𝙍𝙀𝙀 𝙒𝙀𝙀𝙆𝙎 𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙍 (𝙖 𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙠 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥) -
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i watched jay and messiah together ina the living room from the kitchen.

he's been spending even more time with me than what he already has been.

he's not allowing me to be alone, so ion think about shit ion need to think about.

with him, the nightmares are scarce. they're still there, but they ain't as much.

when he leaves though, allat shit comes flying right back in.

my head starts pounding, and my heart starts beating faster.

the nightmares seem ten times as extreme, and i silently suffer through it.

shit makes me feel so fucking horrible. i feel like shit on the daily.

so horrible, i haven't did a run ina minute. and it's probably not gon happen anytime soon.

but, he ain't been leaving my side at all. so, at night ion think about nun.

nothing at all.

he brung up me going to talk to somebody again. to get some help or sum shit like that because my mind is only gonna get worse.

but, i'm good on allat.

nobody listened before, ain't nobody gon listen now.

nobody but him.

"aye rae, come here for a second." jay called me, pulling me outta my thoughts.

i put my water down, and i walked over to him and messiah. they were coloring since that's messiah's favorite thing to do.

he showed me his drawing. "you like this?"

i shrugged, it was cool. his ass can color ina lines like a normal person.

"that ain't a answer." he said.

i rolled my eyes. "yeah, it is."

"yeah i know i'm just good at this shit." he boosted, smirking.