Saturday, 28.04.
Stop Zia,
You've come so far. Don't throw it away. Don't dance on the edge. If you fall, I fall. I'm not ready.
I'd kiss every single scar on your wrist, seal the pain with my love.
Don't do that to me my dearest Zia. I'm on my way. I'm so close.
We're so close.
Yours
Michael
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Hold On Till May | m.c.
Short StoryShe thinks she wants to die, but in reality she just wants to be saved. © BeMineStyles
