I was really sad about it for awhile; the worst kind of sad too. The kind that you know, deep down, that there's nothing you can do even though you wish you could .
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Words left unsaid
RandomThis little book is my outlet. Words I never said, but wanted to. Because some thoughts are small in size, but miles in meaning.
the worst kind of sad
I was really sad about it for awhile; the worst kind of sad too. The kind that you know, deep down, that there's nothing you can do even though you wish you could .
