Laugh. Smile. Hide your feelings. And you will survive. Just a few more weeks to go.
A few more weeks to endure this hell. And then, I would move. Start fresh. That seems nice.
I will move on. I will get past all of the memories we made together and I will stop caring about him. If not, I will die. If not by the heartbreak, then by my own desperate and sad hands.
I will survive. I will thrive. I will conquer. I will forget that jerk and I will never look back.
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A Lover's Dream I ✔
Historia Corta{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...
