Dear Emily,
I came so close, so close. And I'm scared, Em. I don't want to die. Not really. But I don't want to keep living like this. I don't know what to do. I need help. But I don't want help. Not professional help. I don't want some stranger to tell me it gets better.
It hasn't got better yet, has it?
- Delilah.
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Dear Emily
Teen Fiction"I've been staring at the wall for the past hour. And you're six feet under the ground. So I guess things didn't work out for either of us. - Delilah." soundtrack: http://8tracks.com/bonjouritsali/dear-emily-soundtrack // let her go; passenger // br...
