You made me love the pain within my chest and despite how it's literally destructive, it heals, somehow.
I accept things and I allow things to end me with arms wide open and with an exposed soul.
I'm allowing them to witness me trembling and confronting these stages alone. they knew my weakness and I'm completely okay with them using it against me.
Believe them when they say they're mentally exhausted, please.
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RandomIt was all about surviving. Notes: -Not all of the written thoughts relates to my personal life. I may just felt in need to write such a thing, but yeah, they all end up leading to the same way. -One of the thoughts was deleted, it was too harsh to...
