Eat, Sleep, Cry. That's all I do.
He watches me, sometimes he cries with me.
I miss his touch.
I miss his laughter.
I miss his lips.
I miss his smile.
"If you won't talk to me, if you won't fucking explain why you did it, why are you still here?"
"I love you. I'm waiting for you to remember that."
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The Quiet (Markiplier)
FanficAnything Hurts Less Than The Quiet This is a Markiplier/ Mark Fischbach imagine thing based on The Quiet by Troye Sivan There is cursing in this
