17
17 years ... 17 reasons to stop...
Crawling in a dark corner, the shape of your shell standing in the door frame.
Not succeeding, though trying to reach out for you.
So much light from your smile, still I can't seem to find a way out.
Wanting to call for help, not knowing how.
What words do you use for this, in what order?
Your judging look on me, undecided what to stare at...
You don't understand, yet you tell me it's going to be okay.
Tired and exhausted..
God, or whoever's in charge of this, make it stop, or I will...
~
You had just published a new poem, or story? ... You didn't know what you were doing/writing, you just knew it made you feel better.
It helped... a lot.
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After a long walk he was finally a little better. Jimin didn't want to waste his time listening to their apology, so he just went to a Café.
He sat down, ordered Hot Chocolate. Coffee wasn't something he liked. It doesn't taste good , nor is it healthy. Opening his laptop he looked through the most recent posts on Tumblr. You see, he teaches Literature and Poetry in a high school. He likes reading those posts.
Scrolling through some quotes he finally found a text. He started reading:
17
17 years ... 17 reasons to stop...
(...)
(a/n: i don't want to copy and paste that whole thing again, you know what's coming, right?)
He was impressed, but also slightly worried. "Who wrote this?" He thought. " Only 17 years old, huh? *sigh* Well, I could look at this person's page...
So sad... so fragile."
" A girl? I could text her..."
(a/n: sorry, this chapter's a little short... i was busy today and I'm pretty tired.
Goodnight folks!💙)
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