it's self denial— when i'm tucked under the bed sheets crying my eyes out. locked in my room, i refuse to eat or talk. i look like a total wreck, dark circles under my eyes and my hair all frizzy.
my mind is cloudy and honestly i can't really think straight. but i know. it's the memories i spent with him i'll never be able to let go.
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toxic | m. yoongi
Short Storytoxic is holding on to something that is not meant to be.
