January 10th

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Dear diary

Tyler woke me up before he left for school, he stroked my hair and kissed my forehead.

I grabbed his hand before he left. He looked like he wanted to cry.

When he left, I was alone.

I cried, I screamed.

I pulled at my hair.

I eventually calmed down. Everything was too quiet.

My mind clawed around for anything, any noise.

I threw up, I threw up till all I could do was dry heave over the toilet.

My throat burned.

But so did my eyes.

I was breathing heavy.

I couldn't get her face out my brain.

She was scrawled in like the ink on my paper, she was embroidered into the inner workings of my being.

My phone kept buzzing.

I ignored it.

I was breaking.

I was so cold.

Despite the sweat that rolled down my back.

Please. Take me, take me. Take me. Take me Takeme
Takeme. Please

Goodnight,
-River A.

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