It's finally Saturday. Most teens would be happy that they get a break from all the stress and worries of school. Instead, here I am sitting by the bedroom window, staring outside blankly.
I miss him. Talking to him. It has only been a few days since it started, so why do I miss it like a person misses an old friend?
I hate missing him. But I can't stop it either.
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A Lover's Dream I ✔
Cerita Pendek{Highest Rank: #891 in Poetry and #75 in Suicidal} "Why weren't you there when I needed you?" My happiness, my heart is all hanging on a thread. The depression is crushing me. It is suffocating me. I don't want to die yet. "Because we aren't meant t...
