D A Y 50
I feel so alone.
In the cold on my own.
Although it's light,
I can't see a thing.
And I still have the ring.
In my back pocket, but me on my knees.
That's only my dreams.
But the razor seems real.
How much you're dear,
I can't seem to bear.
They're only one inch deep.
But the blood seems like gallons.
And I'm not in rebellion.
But just distraught.
And you still can't even look at me.
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50 Days // Narry AU
FanfictionFifty days of traveling and fifty days of Harry writing in the small journal. 'I think I have found him, without physically finding him. I know I have, because I find these little things. Things only he would do, and...
