dear taehyung,
your frown seems to deepen day by day, and it worries the hell out of me.
why can't you be happy liked you used to?
oh, stupid me. the bruises will tell it all. guess i just have myself gotten so used to them so that i don't see them anymore.
you know taehyung, i am no stalker. i just find so many similarities between us it makes me wanna get to know more about you. you could call that an obsession, but with the blank mind of mine it won't be one.
today i started leaving yellow sticky notes at your doorstep. why yellow? because yellow is the colour of unstableness and cowardice, and i am both.
// i cri //
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ten letters // kth
Short Storywhere the words hurt more than the slaps but where her ten written letters heal the wounds ~~~~~~~ started 18/5/2016 WARNINGS: a tragic short-story MENTIONS OF: death self-harm
