I suppose I'm feeling down. There's that part of me that feels lonely. That part of me that just wants to break all the rules and talk to you. But I know that wouldn't be a good idea. So why. Why do I think like this. Half the time I just want to cry. I seriously miss you that much. You're literally the only thing that keeps me going. I have nothing else left to keep me going. I can't handle myself. I can't handle this. I can't handle this at all. What do I do? I can't figure it out. I need help. I need you. Where are you when I need you most?
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Letters to You
PoetryThe letters I never was able to give The things I was never able to say These are all the things I wanted to give you In the hopes to make you stay *** asterisks will be used for trigger warnings
