1- The corner of my bedsheet comes untucked again, and I sigh.
2- Create a new story.
3- Send message? Delete message.
4- Answer me. Please answer me.
5- 0921. 0921.
6- Decline call.
7- The corner of my bedsheet comes untucked again.
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The Diary of a Fallen Girl
PoetryThere is no relief. Only love, And death. *** This is dedicated to everyone who has broken my heart before. Thank you. *** {Highest Ranking: #315 in poetry} {Trigger Warning}
