She knew the pain of every horror in the book
She knew the pain of each doubled
Yet nothing could compare to the pain she felt
As he wished for death
When he was the only thing keeping her alive
The only thing keeping her sane
The only thing keeping her from death itself
What was she doing wrong?
What was keeping her from being his?
Is he not in love with her like she is him?
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Here We Go Again
PoésieEverything I haven't said I feel like I should have titled this "Ya girl: A Sad Bitch"
