There is a person. A person who is always on your mind 24/7. A person who tells you cigarettes and bad words and alcohol are bad habits . But late at night you grow tired. Tired of hurting. Tired of crying. Tired of breathing. At one point, that person was everything to you. The reason you wanted to live. Now, they are the reason you want to die. They meant so much to you. And now you cant stop dreaming of what you could have been . You refuse to sleep. All you dream of is them. It hurts. You
grow weary. Exhausted . PLEASE LEAVE. You cant sleep. You wont sleep. Those things werent the bad habit , the person was .
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Its Okay To Hurt.
No FicciónLife can get the best of us. I want you to know you aren't alone. You are never alone.
