i'm sorry. i'm sorry for being so annoying all the time and for bothering you with my existence.
i love you all but i can't pretend i don't see it.
i cant pretend i don't see the glares you give me.
the whispers that silence as i enter a room.
i understand that i'm not wanted, but don't worry, i won't be here for much longer.
it's not your fault. it's mine.
think of this as a countdown, if you will.
a countdown to my last breathe.
eight days
harry
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slowly breaking | harry lewis
Short Storythe story of a boy. who could feel himself slowly breaking until the end.
