your touch is buring my skin.
s t o p s t a r i n g p l e a s e
s t o p t a l k i n g p l e a s e
I'm unhappy being near you, yet I just can't escape. you make me feel a certain kind of way. What is that way? I have no idea.
the fact that you bruised me hurts like a bitch.
the fact that everyone wants us together also hurts.
no one knows. and im too afraid to say anything.
yet since I stay scilent I'm told. "Then you like it."
but. I don't.
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Brøken hearts, six feet under.
Short Storysome letters dedicated to people in my life that broke me.
